It smells of bleach and the fluorescents shine against your tired eyes. I’ve got this desperate feeling that won’t follow reason. I wanna save your soul. Yeah, I’m gonna save your soul now. Submerging ribcage. Put aside all rage and puncture skin. Free the ill. No progress will be made if we’re standing still. There’s a desperate feeling in every human being. Don’t save our souls. Yeah, don’t save our souls now. This room is crumbling, but the world keeps spinning around. When there is no one else. I do it myself. Everybody was too weak so I did it myself. These desperate feelings are multiplying. Don’t save my soul. Don’t fucking save my soul. Desperation growing.
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