Repeat
Repeat
Water dripping from your hair
Cold numbing vibrations
Repeat
Repeat
Roll the Tape
The scars on my knuckles
From punching walls
That punch back
I knew this day would come
So I put my sunglasses back on
Spit the taste of blood from inside my mouth
And wiped  my lips with my wrist
I need five hundred dollars
To get to the next town
And a new pack of cigarettes
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A message after the tone:
And there with marker scrawled on the tile
"Self-preservation only prolongs the inevitable"
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" Self-preservation only prolongs the inevitable"