I'm standing Here
In Front of the rollercoaster
And it feels like I'm amputated by life
I'm standing here all alone
Nobody to share bliss with me
Bliss?
O Tristesse, bow your head
So I can See the horizon
Heaven looks Like a coffin
My brain melts
But is put back Into my skull
But where is the bridge?
I'm walking through Red
My hair are ghosts
Cob webs of dead cells
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