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The stillness

Calmness that fades

I never thought there’d be a day

Where clipping all the roots

That begin to spread

Resemble death on replay

Programmed to disappear

Wired to self-destruct

While I keep blaming luck

4,3,2,1, all on my own

All on my own

All on my own

All on my own

It's all me

The warmth

Everything fades

Routines

All of those fade

I’m clipping all the roots

that begin to spread

I am death on replay

Programmed to disappear

Wired to self-destruct

While I keep blaming luck

4,3,2,1, all on my own

All on my own

All on my own

All on my own

It's all me

It’s like I can’t live without a fucking headache I swear.

Deep down I know

That none of this is necessary, not at all.

Vivir

Morir

En el crical

Vivir

Morir

En mi crical