One more time, we become
Mascerade on the sun
Passion-less vacation
you're not telling anyone
the sum falls in a whole it's chemistry chemical
Follow the pattern if you can stick around it will change again
One more line stay focused hollow quiet I feel sick
misunderstanding ten feet tall-lerance
you're not telling anyone, I'm not telling anyone
the sound is atrocious, the miles horrific
I recognise that those last words, I'll hold on to mine
lying out in the sun keep it like a secret
Hell, It may seem not full well all dried up and
here comes the chemist again, this is everything I am.
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