Paralysis through analysisYellow moral unclean decaySolitary begins to hurt me nowThe sunshine it fades awaySyllables have now disappearedHow could this happen to meHow could this happen to meBut now I feel so weakDead trees and traffic islands never meetIs this, is this my defeatThis purgatory for beginnersDead trees and traffic islandsTolerance slips awayBody shrugs and says hello once morePaint the walls within my mindClandestine brain finished periodLips turn grey inside turns outI show little defenceI show little defenceBut now I feel so weakDead trees and traffic islands never meetIs this, is this my defeatThis purgatory for beginnersDead trees and traffic islands
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