Fucked up to the awful state brains.
Confusing your insomniac mind.
And filling up the space all around.
The iron construstions.
Caught inside black holes.
Along pulsating slopes.
No time. No way out. No hands to hold.
The iron constructions.
Night.
All the lights inside...
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