What kind of world is this?
We're all carrying knives behind our backs.
Civil eyes conceal primitive desires.
We'll all go down together.
And we were wrong
Our faith was never rightly placed.
We will all waste our lives next to the fucking phone.
We'll waste away.
We'll die alone.
Goddamn prophecies scrawled on bathroom walls
Lipstick love letters on the mirrors.
Shards of broken hearts and bottles in the cafeteria.
Lonely hours in the corridor wondering "why me?"
Scan your past for a reason things are so bad.
You won't find a thing.
It's all in your head,
It's all in your head.
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