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Torn

Delusional thoughts sweep
Across unstructured screens
Fueled by hopeless failures
I can not explain, this fucking strain
But I just, Can’t get over Washed up in the filth of reality
My favorite dreams are always with me
So reluctant to leave the hypersleep
I don’t want to fall down again
Soaked in a loss of faith
A self doubt that’s so hard to kick
Always pleading, Always bleeding from
the inside out
Uncontrollable fragmentation
But I just, Can’t get over Washed up In the filth of reality
My favorite dreams are always with me
So reluctant to leave the hypersleep
I don’t want to fall down again