Rising slowly, like a feeling
Torn between staying and leaving
Temptation awakens within
Out there what scare waits for him?
Moist air fills the surrounding hills
Lonely walkways look lovely
To those who would kill
This space - it's a blissful abyss
A place where walking bodies
Are waiting to be buried
Through the freezing morning mist
Some die, some live - but all drift
Factory actors play the night-shift
Junkies fix in tenement lifts
Moist air fills the surrounding hills
Lonely walkways look lovely
To those who would kill
This space - it's a blissful abyss
A place where walking bodies
Are waiting to be buried
Orange dots shimmer
Shiver from the chill
Keep the mind warm by remembering
Days of buckets and spades
Time on a swing
Now you're nowhere - with nothing

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