A tight knit room
all the fog, all the gloom
gasses start to swirl and dance
putting all that witness,
in a trance
vision fogs, body tingles
in a room, no one mingles
the world is fading at last
its all spinning and moving
way too fast
Here I come,
here I come,
to the land of the free
and the numb.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
A tight knit room
all the fog, all the gloom
gasses start to swirl and dance
putting all that witness,
in a trance
vision fogs, body tingles
in a room, no one mingles
the world is fading at last
its all spinning and moving
way too fast
Here I come,
here I come,
to the land of the free
and the numb.
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