In the break of an instance you feel your so out of touch and so out of mind, so out of focus here.
In the middle of an outburst of pure conversational bliss, but you're walking away.
So hollow and shallow, you don't have a place to be, yet.
You losing your home and you're out of your true heart.
All this and more, all this and more; always say: I want more than all of this, and I want more than all of these little lies.
There's more than you realize.
I want more than all of this to feel some of your cut out from these little ties.
There's more than you realize.
More than you realize.
On the break and a breakdown it will feel out your every move to the nth degree, until you cannot sleep.
In the middle of an outcry, you turn a sensational blur: no lie, itching away.
So hollow and shallow, you don't have a place to break in.
You're losing your home, and your out of control of all this and more.
All this and more.
All this and...
I want more than all of this.
And I want more than all of your little lies.
There's more than you realize.
I want more than all of this, to feel some of your cut out from these little ties, there's more than you realize.
Do you feel hollow?
Are you breathing?
To feel so haunted.
Do you feel scared of the way that it pulls and blots out your every mistake?
Well, you will burn some hell.
There's more than you realize.
There's more than you realize.
I want more than all of this, to feel some of your cut out from these little ties, there's more than you realize.
There's more that you hide when you run out of lies, will you turn?
Will you capture the moment and learn?
Will you capture the moment and learn?
Will you think?
Will you know?
And you'll finally be coming around.

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