This Mindless Life
I didn't want to be here, but I guess I don't mind.
There are worse places out there, this place isn't bad.
It's only killing me.
But I don't mind.
Sitting in the car, the lights blurring past.
We're moving fast, but barely moving.
I can't see anything, yet I can see everything.
I can't think this fast, but everything is so clear.
Stuck with you, this poisonous place.
Nothing is personal here, there are no barriers.
It's only killing me.
But I don't mind.
Sitting in the car, the lights blurring past.
We're moving fast, but barely moving.
I can't see anything, yet I can see everything.
I can't think this fast, but everything is so clear.
Time has passed and I've woken up.
In a white room, surrounded by white coats.
It's only killing me.
But I don't mind.
Sitting in the car, the lights blurring past.
We're moving fast, but barely moving.
I can't see anything, yet I can see everything.
I can't think this fast, but everything is so clear.
When you feel the air rush past you, let me know.
When you feel your skin peeling apart, let me know.
It's only killing you.
But I don't mind.
Emptiness covers the streets.
There's nobody here, everybody gone away.
It's only killing me.
But I don't mind.
The lights blurring past, barely moving.
Can't think of anything, thinking of everything.
Can't see anything, everything is clear.
But I don't mind.
We're only dying here.
But we don't mind.
I'm only dying here.
But I don't mind.
You're only dying here.
But I don't mind.
I haven't even noticed the time.
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