Constantly attacked, right, left then smacked
Steady confusion of the healthy illusion.
Your not alone... you hang out with pity, you're dead.
If its based on energy im drained, if life's a weather I rain.
And if cold is a noise, i have no choice, but to sing and sing insane.
For the roof is on fire, your heart's a wire and the engine pf hope has stopped.
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