Dead state I can feel the weight
Light streaming in through an open grate
Two thread score tearing up the floor
Out in the alley with the trigger draw
Numb hands I can see the strand
Hold it together with a severed ban
Three lost years I’ve been crying here
I’m over, I’m over, I’m over, I’m broken
Strung out with wings of the dawn
Hole in the black soul in the storm
Torn down through the cracks in the dark
We’re miles adrift we’re inches apart
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