isn't it funny?
how things fall apart
just as they start to fade away.
it never ends.
never stops
and i'm sick
sick full of it
sick. of . it
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- they say that you're an artist
- your illusion, my distraction
- the fullness of nothing
- see you next sunday
- like a welcome mat, a broken blender
- it's about dying nine times
- little more glue everytime it breaks
- a film everybody saw
- pandora's bottle
- decaying beautifully
- invisable ink
- who's going to drive you home?
- the only truth that sticks
- we're not in Kansas anymore
- offstage lines
- burried mirrors
- pointless flares
- can't say it better
- call me when you get this
- one private room
- beauty in the breakdown
- when the stars turn blue
- a portable prison
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