Fucked it up

I cant ctrl+alt+delete that

Build it up

Like a time machine could repeat that

Fell in love

Space and time collided

And we crashed

Bottle it up

Till it cracks

Due to heat stress

There he goes

One of God's own prototypes

A high powered mutant of some kind

Never even considered for mass production

(belak)

Theres something about it

I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope

Think that im catching up, but im too slow

Its eating me alive like a black hole

Give a fuck about it

I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope

Think that im catching up, but im too slow

Its eating me alive like a black hole

Theres something about it

I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope

Think that im catching up, but im too slow

Its eating me alive like a black hole

Give a fuck about it

I dont have a grip on myself and i lose hope

Think that im catching up, but im too slow

Its eating me alive like a black hole

And i need a fucking minute to myself

Just to sit here and breathe

The sound circles round me

When i break it down

Its just like a disease

The absolute weight of the glass doesnt matter

It depends on how long I hold onto it

If i hold it for a minute, nothing happens

If i hold it for an hour, my arm will begin to ache

If i hold it all day long, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed

Oh, the weight of the glass hasnt changed

But the longer i hold onto it the heavier it becomes

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