It can feel like this
Cells always aching
Counting down to cutoff
Purely for self preservation
Getting ready for lockdown
To stop soul from bleeding
Out those last vestiges of hope
Without which all will ever be lost
It can feel like this
Cells always aching
Counting down to cutoff
Purely for self preservation
Getting ready for lockdown
To stop soul from bleeding
Out those last vestiges of hope
Without which all will ever be lost