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Strung Out Crossroads Illusions

Sunday morning freak show someone forgot to pull the plug out on this place a long time ago the angels, the don't come around and the gods, they run like

I find myself here once again under clouds of indecision reflections looking right through me I can't believe the lies we tell ourselves the music used

my pessimism right out loud to anyone who'll listen I'm not afraid to be alive I'm afraid to be alone late at night my monsters find me from under the bed or out