Inside of me today There is no one Only asteroids and empty space A waste ...They're looking through the windows at me... Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare Rots your brain just like a catchy tune You will hate life more than life hates you Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare ...Burn all your mementos of me... Walkin' on air Up from the wheelchair I'll find the suicide That I deserve Walkin' on sand Forgotten where I am But it's so comfortable Here in the sun... I only see rainbows Now that the bandages are gone Through my window, there From the skyscrapers Down to the submarines Birds and fairies Sanctuaries Atop the rolling hills of hell These words are sledgehammers Of truth That pound the iron heart Of sin Bloody smiling Vandalizing My wet dream is drying up... Where's my rainbow? Where's my halo? There's my halo!
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