Zero-One-Fifteen

By spacewalkjones

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There's never been a right time or place

And my cellphone just don't cut it

I'm only 16 miles away

Having panic attacks in the suburbs

You got your head torn off and sewn back on

And now I'm out of thread

And I don't wanna keep you up at night

But I just feel like I'm better off dead

Daylight

Daylight

Pray when the daylight comes I get out unharmed and it's finite

Daylight

Daylight

Pray when the daylight comes I get out unharmed and it's finite

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Sick for no reason

In my cathedral with the Holy Fawn

4 plus days since I washed off

The dirt from my shoulders

Hope it don't come across

But I know it does


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Daylight

Daylight

Pray when the daylight comes I get out unharmed and it's finite

Daylight

Daylight

Pray when the daylight comes I get out unharmed and it's finite