the fires in the sky opened up like seeping water
we are fragile yet we're not afraid to die;
she is flat; she is beautiful like genocide the music plays
she smiles-- she won't tell me her name
i am waiting for the train to take me back it's been two hours
she won't talk to me she's over it
drowning in neon rain
forget me not
this wicked frame
you're neglecting me
there is no one else but myself
to blame
forget me not
the air is sneaking in my ear it muffles every sound
i am worthless as the bronze dust on the ground
silence; pray that is the only sound.
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