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The Fly
It all feels so empty
So hollow
I bet that if it bursts, nothing will come out
I'm searching for the pit
Digging a little deeper
I know I will find nothing more than what's on the exterior
It's a dish without ingredients
It's a trip without landscapes
A help without a hand
But even tramps are moved
The streetlight set that sinister sidewalk on fire
So long, so steep,
What's the rush?
I know I'll be up there some day
Reminiscing what it's like down here.
Oh no, not snow!
That sand from frozen ends
Flying about like dead leaves that think they're birds.
But someone told me to stop
Right,
It all feels so empty.
So hollow
I bet that if it bursts, nothing will come out
I'm searching for the pit
Digging a little deeper
I know I will find nothing more than what's on the exterior
It's a dish without ingredients
It's a trip without landscapes
A help without a hand
But even tramps are moved
The streetlight set that sinister sidewalk on fire
So long, so steep,
What's the rush?
I know I'll be up there some day
Reminiscing what it's like down here.
Oh no, not snow!
That sand from frozen ends
Flying about like dead leaves that think they're birds.
But someone told me to stop
Right,
It all feels so empty.