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Another episode behind the tainted screen. a choking victim of it's own vomit, naturally.
A scary horror show that starts to speak too slow, and then it makes it clear that it will disappear.
We're always sinking. an endless circle.
We're always sinking. an endless circle.
Another heart attack, so never turn your back on other sightless sights, on all the endless nights.
It never occured to you when always looking up that when it gets to you, nausea will resume.
We're always sinking. an endless circle.
We're always sinking. an endless circle.
An awful feeling. an awful feeling. an awful feeling. an awful feeling.
Moving forward, nothing's over.
Static sentence; soundless, anxious.
No momentum, no dilemma.
Never stated, nothing's sacred.