Where are my thoughts?
And where is my head?
I'm filled with static channels instead
I feel no heartbeat next to my ribs
As if cold metal replaced my limbs
How do I get off this drug?
And give up lackadaisical hugs?
When I'm a television set
Repeating reruns until death
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
Where are my thoughts?
And where is my head?
I'm filled with static channels instead
I feel no heartbeat next to my ribs
As if cold metal replaced my limbs
How do I get off this drug?
And give up lackadaisical hugs?
When I'm a television set
Repeating reruns until death
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