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The uneven walls in the bullet room drifted me away from another time
And I can still see the three of a kind
His blatant appearance splash of all the chrome indirect gave a heart attack
But it continued in the other hall
Detach my eyelids from the tests of all the beurocracy in my frame
It'll never help me win again
I never want to learn how to lie back into vanishing ceilings
I'll never be able to go halfway
I should've let them take me off into their world of zipper face
I never trusted what they did
If only I could grab the line I'd be a much happier fish
They never held me by the tongue
I don't want to see what tastes so black on the plastic shower curtain door knob
But you just don't escape from all the waste
Around the closet we can wish to pick up another piece of our net
But for now I think I'll just come down