Sundays (The)
Nothing Sweet
In a crowd naked, with no words to explain.In a car braking glass cracks,as I freeze the frame.Keep falling away,keep falling awaywhile I watch myself and pray.Keep falling from viewwhat a mind puts a body throughand down on the ground onlookers stare.In a pool sinking, water fills my mouthsole victim of your own terrorcold flesh as the air runs out.Keep falling awaykeep falling awaywhile I watch myself and pray.Keep falling from viewwhat a mind puts a body throughand down on the ground onlookers stare.
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