The night drops and it's always the same, I cain't see through vision straddle, am I on yesterday, or is tomorrow really here, I just don't know.
I'm so tired of this vision straddle, come as I am, doused in ghost, one day, one day, I'll see straight.
I like hot dogs and beans, as long as it don't have pork, rape the skies, drape the eyes in curtains of pain, this pig gives me insane, rip my heart and divide amongst, I'm so damn sick, cain't you taste the years I wasted.
I'm so tired of this vision straddle, come as I am, doused in ghost, one day, one day, I'll see straight.
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