and she never needed me really,
cause' we only need ourselves filthy
truths of the garbage bag full with pure moments
adjacent to the sins which need atonement

\auto-pilot on

flows through the columns of labyrinth of youth
hears 'enjoy the process til' you find your own truth'
mind corrodes from the acid rain upstream
it stings so good the sounds seem
well deserved self inflicted

no concept of clear transitions

only I can't keep these dreams
only I can't have these dreams
only I can't touch these dreams

only I can't win
it seems