Too many years of wounds to lick
Feels like you've gone out with a hole in your pocket
Those who think I can do more check off and look down
The same moment that takes what they want gives back what we gave
No one notices that I'm walking behind me there are no tracks
Stop I'm there Trying to make it right
On my cloudy sky among empty beaches
Grey smooth rocks crashing into transmitters
Electric high laughing dark floors and thin walls
A safe place in an ambush where black eyes shine
No one notices that I'm walking behind me there are no tracks
If I stop it is to try to do it right

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