Technohead Miscellaneous Amoral Utopia Well they say we're depressed hungover and stressed And all that we do is sanctioned by you And the meaning of life Is to breed and survive And so we
Here's the thing with self-medicating You live for the highs, you die from the aching (Oh, how I enjoy the burn Once it's on there's no return) The rumours you've heard, each one is true The p
My God, I think I did it again Let my guard down, now look where I am I feel it coming, it's just a matter of time Counting backwards still I'm cought for my crime I keep getting so much, yet I have
Anything is what she is anywhere is where she's from anything is what she'll be anything as long as it's mine and the door, it opens, is the way back in or is it the way back out Anyplace is where she
Falling asleep at somebody elses She's your replacement for now I'm only in this stranger's apartement 'Cause you seem like the stranger now This lifestyle I have It's over rated, I'm startin' to hat
Ticking, that insane sound We dance to the running of hours Programmed moments passing by Tighten the knot around our time Fortunes slipping, ignoring despair Generations deny their collapse Staring
This was not my intention this is not what I wanted But I rattle the cage when I start feeling daunted I can't explain why this just had to be done And I'm so fucking sorry I wasn't the one This was
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