A dirty reflection will stain your thoughts
When all you can give
Is all that you haven't forgotten
And every salted memory
Is still rotting in the backroom.
I'd trade my veins for wires
To get rid of all desires,
I'd give my human heart
For a strong voltage supplier,
Because the heartbeat makes me shaky
Like the grooves that line this road.
We are not infallible,
And the concrete greets you cold.
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