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A VOID

Tell me what you're thinking
You beautiful
Invite me to join your
Tormented soul

Can I take part too
Don't leave me out
You're printed all over me
Like newspapers

Hasty decisions
That's the law of sod
Yet I will still praise you
For you're a God

But once you're liberated
From this weight you hold
Under-oxygenated
You'll drown

Our lives would be so easy
If we had a say
I wish I could be lazy
Sleep it all away

Is it too hard to tell me
What's on your heart
One day you seduce me
Then you tear me apart