The tape turns slowly
Taking its time
I hear the same music
With different ears now
As it spills
To my thoughts
I react to the words
With different ways now
And the whites of my eyes
Turn red
Is it always like this
And the hours
Tighten around my neck
And the whites of my eyes
Turn red
Is it always like this
And the hours
Tighten around my neck
The sirens at night
Never stop screaming
Repeating the sirens
Get louder and louder
Now
The sirens at night
Never stop screaming
Repeating the sirens
Get louder and louder
Now
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