I don't know where my head is at
For the most part I'm happy indeed
Hear a thought and I know there's something else
And the light goes out
Endless repeating
Delusions flood
And overhand I've got
Horse racing in my blood
Why the hell am I standing here?
Where's my, fuck, where's my, fuck, what is it called?
I should know this, I'm too stupid to live
And the light goes out
Cropping the lighter
A stick or stone
Does that make sense? I've got
Horse racing in my blood
I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow
They won't stop healing
I'll redefine
The fact my rage, I've got
Horse racing out my mind
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