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Stray From The Path Lyrics

11. Ataxia



I want so badly to believe 
In the world in the magazines: 
Better homes, 
Life refined.
(But I'm) without a catalyst,
Without the glossy print.

I'm wearing thin,
Like the conscience of a funeral arranger.
Wearing thin and breaking fast,
Shallow breaths.
Don't look this way 
Because I'll pull you in 
Because I'll pull you in faster 
Than you can say 'GO.'

You'll be all I have; you're fucked.
Times owns my body, and my mind.
Escape is on my mind.
Escape is on my mind.
Life redefined: cyclical days of
Waking, working, regretting.
Listen.
Hear that void?
Listen.
Hear that void?

It's me.
It's me.
It's me.
It's me.


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