Hold your breathdearThis ship is going downWe re all downhillRunning with our timebombsThese shins are cracked and splinteredThese lips are crusted shutThese squinting eyes just sting meThese veins are drying me upAll my limbsThey re just toolsWe re all stilted vechilesThese joints rustThese pores leakTime gets selfishTime is SPEEDThe sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me.Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear familyIt s the nightmarE of digression that engulfs a historyAll my limbsThey re just toolsDuplicatedmass producedRunning downLosing speedTime escapes usTiming s everything.Everything.Everything... This is the tic in the heartEverything... This is the beating of the clockEverything... This is an absent blood clotEverything... These are the seconds that I ve lostEverything... This is the slow-rush hourEverything s so rushed This is the slow-rush... hourEverything... This is the slow rush.

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