Nothing's going right, tears flow freely at the slightest poke
By the dim light I like to watch the pain pour out
Like fire pierce through the darkness the explosion prevails
Old sentiments locked up in the present, the future remains bleak
If only a standstill could amputate the thunderstorm cocktail, I will celebrate.
The world slides by happy and high
It leaves me wondering if the ending is nigh.
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