'Cause this world swallows souls.
and when the blues unfold,
It gets cold, silence burns holes.
You're going mad.
Perhaps you always were...
But when things was good you just didn't care.
This is called irony:
When you most need to get up? You've got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen.
The dark shit's unwrapping.
But no-one's listening your mates are
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