Museum of Past Affections

I stare out the window Everything is so bleak Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds I shall repress it all Sterile, distant buildings, A thousand endless fucking streets, Roads to the last unwilling breath Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds I shall repress it all Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds I shall repress it all Memories and melancholy Despair and depression The endless hall of omission Fuck this, I don't care Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds I shall repress it all Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds I shall repress it all