I will search every inch of the world
Until I find my motivation
Using this disaster
As the pinnacle of my creation
Confusing times
Call for confusing measures
Intoxicating our perception
With our pleasures
How I long to sink between
Floorboards one and two
So that I can just get
Out of the way for you
Take a breath, yeah
Take it in
Don't bother to breathe out
Or the day might begin
Now take that light
Out of my eyes
I'm gonna make my own...
Sans the lies
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