It's times like these, that pass you by
Drifting through your fragile hands
It's so real, that it's unnerving
Not even knowing
I've seen the long road, far from home
Knelt by the river, and felt the cold
I've seen desperation, sweat and fear
Felt the sound rip through me, for days on days
Intoxicated, drunk off the same old shit
Mad, for the sake of it
For indifference, for the sake of it
Assigned self-worth, as if it actually meant something
Dead-eyed, and scared
Walking down these empty halls
Running my hands down the rails
The creeping cold sinks in to hold
My last regrets, I've had and told
Sweep down beneath the folds
The creeping cold sinks in to hold
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