This planet's old, cold, dead, and crashing into us
You gotta know I'm no "End of Days" man
That piece doesn't go
Just tug at the frayed ends
Pull it (you) apart
No fingers
No feelings
I'd push the buttons,
but I can't feel those things
And it's all I sing
And it's all icing
Blood falls over me
Brings me back to a distance shot in the rubber parts
I can't stay there
See you inject yourself with it
Circles and squares surround us
We need to hide
You're close to me
I push away
The Circles and Squares
Are gonna collide
Surround us..
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