الكلمات الأصلية
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I need to goto the place where the blackouts live
i need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift
i couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock
over consciousness eye under electric shock
i need to use these fingers
wrapped around this knife
oh i would kill for a quite life
never mind the obsessed
they don't remember when
all of our waking hours were spent submerged again
i need a solid year removed from sordid light
i need to disappear
i need a quiet life.
