I’m not where I was, I’m not who I’ll be, There’s a glitch in the shape That’s becoming me, We radia…
I’m not where I was, I’m not who I’ll be, There’s a glitch in the shape That’s becoming me, We radiate and displace. Shades of things to come. I disintegrate until it all fades. Fades all away. It’s a game. A game that they all play. Nothing changes. Nothing stays the same. We move through fazes. And I know. I know nothing is going to change our mind. Burned out rage. Feels the same, the same, as shame.
