fucking through the walls.
baby, baby, baby.
no one cares what you hear or what you see.
as long as they know you'll keep hush.
wide eyes and a television set.
a duel-but the machine usually wins.
lighthearted white noise becomes more than just whispering.
i don't cover my ears any more.
old magic sends its followers into trance.
they're stuck like old records.
i'm stuck like old records.
"you're too young to be this empty"
spinning until all my insides tumble out like marbles might.
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