Less Faith Pt.1
Long day after long day, I don’t want to think,
Fuck the world fuck the whole fuckin’ thing.
Carbon based, sickness behind my face.
Tryin’ hard to move forward, still standing in place.
And I can’t breathe, and I can’t feel a fucking thing.
But my heart feels for you,
My heart yearns and it burns and it turns for you.
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