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Old Data In a Dead Machine

Vein

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Words create lies
Pain can be trusted

Eyes glued to the window pane
Till the Sun comes up to say
Worry, fixate and then repeat

Do you imagine their blood inside your head?
As far as I know they're all already dead
Caught up in a comfortable lie
So why aren't you alive yet?

Take your own advice before you take theirs

All you wanted was something
That something is nothing
Well ain't that something

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