Your white Noise Fills the emptiness, So long I've felt
Superstitions, Mediating my Condition
I'll ride this train, a one-way course with no way back
Water high or hell will shake tonight
we wont go Silent
Wake the Dead
tonight we wont sleep
My excuse for all my failure is my existence
My love for life outweighs my repentance
my disposition, is effort for acceptance
I pursue a wealth and a prize, i could never earn for myself
I've been living half to death
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