pulse of the spirit
controlled by the chemical
lonely is the soul
clock tocks waiting in
the lobby of the broken
window is now barred
dosing is coming
when our dusk has no meaning
of faces we wear
pulse of the spirit
controlled by the chemical
lonely is the soul
clock tocks waiting in
the lobby of the broken
window is now barred
dosing is coming
when our dusk has no meaning
of faces we wear
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