I was sitting upset in the city of decline
I was haunted by the silly voices in my mind
They tell me there is nothing else aside
They tell me there is nothing left to try
But i can thrill and i just see that i don't mind
And i can creep in your bad fiction and i don't know why
And i can dream about a red killing then i get blind
And i don't believe you and my stupid winks for you
I was sitting upset in the city of the crime
I will quit, i believe in what they're showing off this time
They tell me there is nothing else aside
They tell me there is nothing left to try
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