الكلمات الأصلية
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Do you dread the end of things?
Think about the end of things?
The choice, the pressure
I left my body tonight
Was held 3 foot away from nothing
By a frayed string of reckoning
All I needed was sleep
A lucid state
I left skin and bones
In a blanket in darkness
I was visited in the night
Is somebody there?
It’s easy to take such a turn for the worst when led by delusion
Are you led by your own sentiment?
You don't have to pretend
Make time for sorrow
Do you fear or own your shame?
You don't have to pretend
If the worst is done
Am I here
At the end of it
The end of me
Follow the mirage
Do you fear or own your shame?
Delusionists
Delusional
Aren’t we?
Follow the mirage
Do you fear or own your shame?
