Empty bottles surround, my bed. White noise, overpowers my voice. Take my clothes off, see my open wounds
I don't, think you understand. I don't, think you understand
Neon magma, drips down from my mouth, as I sit in your car. Brief and brilliant blinding bursts, shock my senses, turn me to dust
I don't, think you understand. I don't, think you understand
I don't, think you understand. I don't, think you understand
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