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I have no volition to call my own Like leaves in a storm My mind drifts both ways in a postmodern current And I have become nothing of worth Where my path leads is in the wrong direction An amputated section of who I should be Limbs devoid of a tree Holding onto dead leaves This inertia; a deathbed so it seems Falling asleep in the trenches A life spent in dreams But do you sleep at night? Or do you fight your dreams? I never felt a thing, I never loved a thing They call what we fight experience What we love a burden, and everything else a myth My eyes have never been so sore, my back has never been so burned My mind has never been so fogged, my life has never felt so wrong My mind like the night, I'm not the silent type But I'd never speak again if I could be release from the anxiety Of holding out a thought because I hate where I belong Humid sky I see your lies in the gray and red collisions You live outside this wretched life as a hydrating spectator Spark the scene, I'm doused in an atmospheric kerosene Our bodies haven't caught on fire yet Our lungs will collapse, tongues scream the relapse I'll feel my heart swell, even if I've forsaken its raindrop beating My tired eyes fixate on gas fume skies Light a match to exhume all the lies That I once knew to be so true From Letras Mania