Wrist tatted, walk alone, feel the traffic
All black clothes, sun is out but the room’s static
Everything is so cold, feel messed up
Liminal on my mind, subliminal I feel euphoria
I will remember the sun on horizon
I wanna fly above the dark
‘Cause when I feel alright I wanna talk
The fantasy I saw I wanna share
The liminal I feel the more is there
The more I keep on talking less they care
The more I think the more I be aware
The more I feel the more I feel obsessed
The more is never ever even less
The more you know the more you even stress
The more I feel even, here
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