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the car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel. and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides. and a dark wind blows. the government is corrupt and we're on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine.. and the machine is bleeding to death. the sun has fallen down and the bilboards are all learing. and the flags are all dead, at the top of their poles. it went like this.. the buildings toppled in on themselves, mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and picked out their hair.
the skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards. everything washed in a thin orange haze. i said kiss me here, beautiful. these are truly the last days. you grabbed my hand and we fell into it, like a daydream or a fever.
we woke up one morning and we fell a little further down. for sure it's the valley of death. i open up my wallet, and its full of blood.
the skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards. everything washed in a thin orange haze. i said kiss me here, beautiful. these are truly the last days. you grabbed my hand and we fell into it, like a daydream or a fever.
we woke up one morning and we fell a little further down. for sure it's the valley of death. i open up my wallet, and its full of blood.