Pick the glass up, pour the drink inside
Pull my head up, look at the room it's turning around
Take my clothes off, feel the air kiss my skin
And as though sand butterflies, eat my flesh off
Till i feel so clean
And the day goes by with the help of mechanical actions
Glue the pieces of the mirror, watch yourself break
Breaking on the wall
Like a shadow of a candle, dancing
Just before the fire goes out
And the day goes by with the help of mechanical actions
(FORGET NOT FORGIVE)

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