1.05.2011

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vacant release. i'm not making sense.
there are toxic fumes pouring in through the vents.
just let me choke and pass out here.

cold shower again as i try to look ahead.
voices from another room make me feel blessed.
i'm dying slowly like the rest of them.

don't forget to breathe.
don't forget to breathe and scratch at the fleas.

they could care less, but that's okay.
they're feeding off all the mistakes they've made.
soon, karma will catch up before too long.

don't forget to sing.
don't forget to sing and fall asleep to dream of nothing.

they'll be wondering where they went wrong.

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