I wish that I could twist and mold
To a brittle pine in fresh fallen snow
For centuries I would climb
To the blissful acres of still and lazy skies
But the harsh lights keep flashing in my eyes
So the pavement's my brave captain tonight
I wish that I could fall asleep
Among the ripples of the long-forsaken sea
Be swallowed in the maw of time
To wallow in my hollow pointless rhyme
But the harsh lights hold their rotary
For the vessels so far from home tonight
The harsh lights grip tighter onto me
Gritting "live long so you die when we say that it's alright"
And I am culpable
For the ways I'm confined
Now I'm untouchable
I'm in orbit 'round decay of the mind
I am culpable
I'm in orbit 'round decay of the mind
Yeah it's pulling me closer still
I am greying for the ways I unwind
I am greying for the ways I unwind
I am greying 'round decay of the mind
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