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"Ad Infinitum"
Wasting my time away using Taco Bells' WiFi in their lobby...
And I feel soo listless today, and I feel soo aimless;
if my progenitors hadn't dubbed me with the x-tian
one, I think I'd be contented to drift around nameless
I'd choose what you'd call me from day to day by the
quality of my character, like they did in the old days;
if I hated myself and wanted to be called shit, then
I'd assassinate it, (my character)
Can we learn from our mistakes, do we even give a
shit; if we ruin our first chance can we do it again
On the lam, I'll say...
"Fuck It," and stick to this script; I've become to
euthanized to much to break my own trend
How come it's not always the ending that causes us
to fear and gives us apprehension as much as facets
of living here
I've been to the end and stared into the mist; seen the
eyes looking back that hungry and wanting, to me
appeared; felt my essence slipping, drifting, tripping
the rift
Some might call it a curse, but I call it a gift
No bright lights and angelic city; just a disassociating
from the things that were once a reality, as forgetfulness
begins to set in quickly
So, maybe that's why I...
Feel so listless, and I feel so aimless; when you've been
to the brink all of the things that you once knew they
somehow never feel the same again
This makes me now ponder, and now wonder...
Can we learn from our mistakes, do we even give a
shit; if we ruin our first chance can we do it again
On the lam, I'll say...
"Fuck It," and stick to this script; I've become to
euthanized to much to break my own trend
And I feel soo listless today, and I feel soo aimless;
if my progenitors hadn't dubbed me with the x-tian
one, I think I'd be contented to drift around nameless
I'd choose what you'd call me from day to day by the
quality of my character, like they did in the old days;
if I hated myself and wanted to be called shit, then
I'd assassinate it, (my character)
Can we learn from our mistakes, do we even give a
shit; if we ruin our first chance can we do it again
On the lam, I'll say...
"Fuck It," and stick to this script; I've become to
euthanized to much to break my own trend
How come it's not always the ending that causes us
to fear and gives us apprehension as much as facets
of living here
I've been to the end and stared into the mist; seen the
eyes looking back that hungry and wanting, to me
appeared; felt my essence slipping, drifting, tripping
the rift
Some might call it a curse, but I call it a gift
No bright lights and angelic city; just a disassociating
from the things that were once a reality, as forgetfulness
begins to set in quickly
So, maybe that's why I...
Feel so listless, and I feel so aimless; when you've been
to the brink all of the things that you once knew they
somehow never feel the same again
This makes me now ponder, and now wonder...
Can we learn from our mistakes, do we even give a
shit; if we ruin our first chance can we do it again
On the lam, I'll say...
"Fuck It," and stick to this script; I've become to
euthanized to much to break my own trend
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