It's a matter of fact
It's just another open gap
Another way to distract
From what's really going down
Broken roads
Cracking up slow
Breaking my bones
Etching white lines
Into my eyes
This time it's really going down
People tumbling, smashing, breaking
Over and over
Over and over
It's now what we're facing
Time erasing thought replacing
Figures faxing
All that shit
I thought would always be around
Shattered windows
Where did all my friends go?
Who's that?
(Ain't your friends)
Anybody around?
(Ain't no one)
What's that funny smell
(Ain't your friends)
Terminated aggravated twisted fill
Fly - aggravated twisted fill
Fly by day minding my own business
The sun may shine today
If it all wasn't so far away
So far away
Over and over
And over and over
People tumbling, smashing, breaking
Over and over
Over and over

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