Dream about it for a year or two
Sooner or later it'll happen to you
I pretend like I don't mind
But I think about it all the time

A million dots on a blinking screen
Draw a line there in between
Different ones every single time
An easy way to lose your mind

The taste of blood and the smell of rain
Hang around for a couple of days
I always knew I'd live to see the world start to end
But I thought I'd feel something when it did

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Writer(s): Sam Ray