So this is, um, a recording
Of a song, at 4: 37 AM

Everything I like is going to hell
And everyone I like is living in hell
I've got no use for friends
Only connections
Give me what I want and leave me alone

And in five years from now
I'll be living in hell
In ten years from now
I might as well be dead
When I wake up at night, I'm floating above
The sheets on my bed
I've got no use for time, I've got enough
Give me what I want and leave me alone

That time it went a lot better

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