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Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes, no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
Sweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
And singing with the soundwaves
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
Delerium on helium
I am my own experience
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I'm not working
I'm not working
I'm not working
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