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Too much space and too little time

Too many actors and too few lines

Too many chiefs and too few braves

Too many rants and too few raves

My soul is shrinking

My house is haunted

Now your not with me

And I feel unwanted

But I feel no pain

Just pressure and time against me

I feel no pain

But the pressure gets to me

Too much desire and too little need

Too few pennies and too much greed

Too many bodies and too few brains

Too many junkies, too little cocaine

My soul is shrinking

My house is haunted

Now your not with me

And I feel unwanted

But I feel no pain

Just pressure and time against me

I feel no pain

But the pressure gets to me

I feel no pain, even though I am broken

I feel no pain

One by one your bullets rip through me

I feel no pain

And you can't make me...

My soul is shrinking

My house is haunted

Now your not with me