Side Effect.
Foggy mind
A basic flaw in your design
Feeling dumb
And getting dumber all the time
Slow to move
But still I say I’m doing fine
Killing me
But all around me are too blind
Substitute intelligence for one moment of peace
Need escape at any cost, even if it’s wasting me
Ignore the signs – Behaviour doesn’t cease
Substitute an existence for one moment of peace
I’m dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Dead.
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