Crushing rocks with Oyster card, so nauseous, can’t sleep it off
Backseat of some car, zip-tied up cant move my arms
(Will I ever be whole again?)
Zip-tied up, cant move my arms
(Will I ever be home again?)
No iris, black star and cross
(Will I ever be whole again?)
Skin so soft, covered in gloss
(Will I ever be home again?)
Powerline, I’ll hold the charge
Crushing rocks with Oyster card, so nauseous, can’t sleep it off
Backseat of some car, zip-tied up cant move my arms
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