Oh my god!
My vision is fleeting
I want to scream
But screaming's like bleeding
It draws in the sharks
Until the heart's just not beating
Am I a ghost?
Or is life just leaving?
Am I an end
Or am I part of the meaning?
Killers are loose
And I get pulled for speeding
This can't be right
The world is careening
Way off the course
And we're all left fiending
No motion above
But below they're breeding
The sky is the limit
But i'm under the ceiling
Why do these questions
make politicians stop breathing
They have no answers
Not even a feeling
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