Spill my dreams upon the floor
Tape them to your wall
Remember what I said
Oh how you’re going to fall

Lie to yourself
Grow your disease
Convenience of stolen memory
Is what helps you sleep

Denial brings you closer
To shattered belief
When it comes closing in,
I will drink, that which you weep

Innocent eyes are witness to truth
You can’t tarnish memory
Of stolen, lost youth

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