static on the television
reminscent of an empty mind
flat lines and falling snow
today i'll sleep away the sun
tell you that i'm doing fine, and
at night go where the wind blows
no sense of direction, no guiding star
no compass to show the way home
i need divine intervention
i've gone too far
it doesn't matter
i don't know
Apr 11, 2024
Apr 11, 2024 at 8:43 PM UTC
static on the television
reminscent of an empty mind
flat lines and falling snow
today i'll sleep away the sun
tell you that i'm doing fine, and
at night go where the wind blows
no sense of direction, no guiding star
no compass to show the way home
i need divine intervention
i've gone too far
it doesn't matter
i don't know
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