| plagued with an imagination in a land of dream destruction | |
| pavement running true north and south, inundated in self doubt. | |
| when you were young, the unfamiliar could’ve been anything | |
| but as you grow older, you realize it’s all the same fucking thing. | |
| block after block after block | |
| grid after grid after grid | |
| lines leading to nowhere and nothing. | |
| life is nothing but comfortable in the populated no-man's-land | |
| flashing lights stain the suburban sky and god lives and dies inside crushed coke cans. | |
| coming home from a crowded church to an empty house with an empty head | |
| lying in your bed in peace and quiet but still afraid of death. | |
| I’ll start letting my chest rust out in an effort to make myself lighter | |
| I am mine if I want me to be and that’s all I need. |
| plagued with an imagination in a land of dream destruction | |
| pavement running true north and south, inundated in self doubt. | |
| when you were young, the unfamiliar could' ve been anything | |
| but as you grow older, you realize it' s all the same fucking thing. | |
| block after block after block | |
| grid after grid after grid | |
| lines leading to nowhere and nothing. | |
| life is nothing but comfortable in the populated noman' sland | |
| flashing lights stain the suburban sky and god lives and dies inside crushed coke cans. | |
| coming home from a crowded church to an empty house with an empty head | |
| lying in your bed in peace and quiet but still afraid of death. | |
| I' ll start letting my chest rust out in an effort to make myself lighter | |
| I am mine if I want me to be and that' s all I need. |
| plagued with an imagination in a land of dream destruction | |
| pavement running true north and south, inundated in self doubt. | |
| when you were young, the unfamiliar could' ve been anything | |
| but as you grow older, you realize it' s all the same fucking thing. | |
| block after block after block | |
| grid after grid after grid | |
| lines leading to nowhere and nothing. | |
| life is nothing but comfortable in the populated noman' sland | |
| flashing lights stain the suburban sky and god lives and dies inside crushed coke cans. | |
| coming home from a crowded church to an empty house with an empty head | |
| lying in your bed in peace and quiet but still afraid of death. | |
| I' ll start letting my chest rust out in an effort to make myself lighter | |
| I am mine if I want me to be and that' s all I need. |
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