Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream
I try to relax but its warmer outside I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide To die young would take only 21 years
This has become a full time career Gun down a school or blow up a car The media circus will make you a star Dark matter flowing out on to a tape Is only as loud as the silence it breaks
Most things decay in a matter of days
The product is sold the memory fades Crushed like a rose In the river flow I am I know.
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