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Slurred and low And heard through the receiver a pale yellow For health or coin or both, they'll hold you, but not long enough When I head home, why not just drop you off? Stay on the line and keep awake Those vacant eyes and running red I can do nothing but wish it weighed less Some invisible thread that's tethering you to it Don't test the collar's strength when the floor starts to shift Light bouncing off twine And a blade wound up, ready and buzzing Pay me no mind and keep awake Those vacant eyes and running red I can do nothing but wish it weighed less Those vacant eyes and running red From Letras Mania