| Faster pace from systems running wild
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| Floods of sweat keep on flowing while I try to hide
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| Thinking feels like I’m walking on broken glass
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| And the pain won’t pass
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| There are pills on my pillow
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| There are ghosts in my head
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| There’s things lurking in the corners
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| That’d be better left for dead
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| Tell me, how could I convince you
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| Of the visions I’ve conceived?
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| I’m the modern day Cassandra
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| Always heard but not believed
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| Not even by me
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| Where’s the rescue? |
| Can’t they hear my cries?
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| Trapped in an endless loop, no rhyme or reason why
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| Breathing feels like there’s a boulder inside my chest
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| And I cannot rest
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| There are pills on my pillow
|
| There are ghosts in my head
|
| There’s things lurking in the corners
|
| That’d be better left for dead
|
| Tell me, how could I convince you
|
| Of the visions I’ve conceived?
|
| I’m the modern day Cassandra
|
| Always heard but not believed
|
| My head is a battlefield
|
| And here the good are losing
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| My heart is a graveyard
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| Where I lie going crazy
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| Seconds turn to hours
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| Hours turn to years
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| Will I find my way back home?
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| Or stay in this vertigo?
|
| There are pills on my pillow
|
| There are ghosts in my head
|
| There’s things lurking in the corners
|
| That’d be better left for dead
|
| Tell me, how could I convince you
|
| Of the visions I’ve conceived?
|
| I’m the modern day Cassandra
|
| Always heard but not believed
|
| There are pills on my pillow
|
| There are ghosts in my head
|
| There’s things lurking in the corners
|
| That’d be better left for dead
|
| Tell me, how could I convince you
|
| Of the visions I’ve conceived?
|
| I’m the modern day Cassandra
|
| Always heard but not believed
|
| Not even by me |