Jetlag limbo, can’t decide
Like molten rock I turn to stone
Take me outside myself
Do it nice and slow
Somewhere beyond the great unknown
Down here in the underbelly
No words are used to speak at all
The mind goes somewhere
Comatose from lack of sleep
Will I ever learn to talk?
Echoes scream without a sound
Mirror pond reflects no face
Shellshock
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