I'm sitting here
It's my time now
So long before
Oh three hundred
Gave up the ghost
Everyone else did
Ideas start to flow
The lining round the black cloud
Fades away as morning sunlight cracks
Around my window
Through gritted teeth
Fists tightly clenched
I declare false feelings of fineness
A sharp pain
However still tame
The grinding gears
It's not so severe
The lining round the black cloud
Fades away as morning sunlight cracks
Around my window
Through gritted teeth
Fists tightly clenched
I declare false feelings of fineness
A sharp pain
However still tame

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