My feet hurt
And I can't breath
Let all stars burst
Inside of me
Outside of you
There's always me
Leaving home
With forgotten trips
So I run to you
I will come to you
They're all of one kind
Stillborn and blind
I'll just do
What should have been done
And I'll find a way
I'll savage them all
They'll find but blood on the wall
They'll have to cut me up to find
Their viscious restless hearts
Then I'll run to you
I will come to you
I will come to you
Why sort a better life out
Why sort a better life out
So I run to you
I will come to you
If you knew
The consequenses
Of your smile
Would you still smile?
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