Verse:
Something in the mind,
No space, no time.
Sex, drugs, but all are blind,
Leaving nothing but death behind.
Crusty visions of the ones we love
Dying on the clouds above.
Chorus:
Who gives a fuck what we love,
\'Cause you can\'t save a wingless dove.
Taking time next to you.
Wasting time, nothing to do.
Stuck to the wall huffing glue,
Death wraps its hands around you.
Around you.
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