Hour by hour

all the gaps in between

I sit in this blue fake luxury room

with two sweaty palms and one

hole in my heart

 

hour by hour

all the gaps in between

I sit and wait

only on my knees before God

and you

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now I won't shut my eyes

'cause the ghosts are watching me

I'm being followed by my memories

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the sky's ink spilled on us

as the night undressed

and we slow dance to the sound

of our apocalypse

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explain me something

I'm confused by what I see outside

they signed the papers for progress

but the hidden clause was class genocide

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and these days as I pass the suite of regret

and I look into that lightbulb bordered

Hollywood star mirror of mine

all my gold has only half its' sheen

and my reflection only half its' size

and my heart has got far too heavy to hide

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and I won't shut my eyes

'cause the ghosts are watching me

I'm being followed by my memories

​

the sky's ink spilled on us

as the night undressed

and we slow dance to the sound

of our apocalypse

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your shadow's pattern

on all of my dreams

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