And all the plastic hearts never cease to beat, even if no blood pumps through the veins.
Insanity should be my name.
How sweetly do I love how the harsh words tear away.
You think it's strange that I can still smile at the day.
This beat stirs the lust.
This pumping sound is what moves us.
Increase the medication, it makes me see pretty colors,
and it makes me still still for a couple of hours.
...I have NO idea what inspired that!
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