Tuesday wakes up silent

And there aren't enough pills to sleep

Cut it

And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio

It's over

But nothing can change to make it right

When you live in a nightmare

It's written all over your face.



And in a short time

You're never the same again

The distance is streamlined

Between decision and defense:



Distorient the senses

Loss of identity

No one to trust

No one to trust



Life runs through this trade

I am no killer

But I still hide my face

In the coming days



I wake up every morning

From the same dream

Kill it

But you can't change the letters when the ink dries



I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed

Cut it

Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything



Life runs through this trade

I am no killer

But I still hide my face

In the coming days



Life runs through this trade

I am no killer



Everything is falling apart

Everything is falling apart

Everything is falling apart:

Crumpled paper

Crushed tin cans

Broken bottles

Paper scraps

Were all the same

Were all the same

We all look the same

We all look the same

I am the killer

No

And in a short time

Your never the same again

The distance and extream lies

In decision and diffence




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