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YOUR CELL |
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Written by Judah Nagler |
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counting down to one /
lost my place had to start over again /
it won't save your cell /
but we'll gather more /
drowned myself in my own sea /
like a morning sunrise in reverse /
it won't save your cell /
but it's a way to begin the waking hours we call our friends / but we're the in-between / the thirty-second trends / and we'll keep pushing towards the edge / until we break / on the rocks beneath our skin in the mouth of time / we find ourselves coming out to play / all our stupid games / but we dream / we dream... / and then something lets itself in / through your backdoor / while you are away cleaning your windows / it slits your thoat and you like it the waking hours we call our friends / but we're the in-between / the thirty-second trends / and we'll keep pushing towards the edge / untill we break / on the rocks beneath our skin |