Lyrics
It's with such great peril that we grace ourselves with such awful errors.
The only way to know that you're real, is to drive yourself further than you'll ever feel.
Sucking the most out of what little is left is how you truly learn to operate best, and then ignoring all of the rest is how you learn to rise above your little desk.
The burned out have turned out to be the only ones that learned.
In tune, we sing blue dreams, they fell before they flew.
Take ten reasons down your throat to give that awful pain such a numbing coat.
Warm your feet and rest your head, and wonder if you're happy or if you are dead.
Wake up at dawn and roll over, never quite knowing if you are older.
This precious time, or so it seems, is so far from real, so far from our dreams.
And with our birth, comes our death, and the trouble that's stuck between.
Without breath, comes our sleep, an escape into our dreams.
We feed off and breed off...
The ones are among us...
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