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Chemical Coffins


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I don't have a minute for emotion
Catalyst for anybody but myself
There's no time
There's no more time
There's no time
There's no more-

You were not the constant
I mean it
This is not cathartic, I feel cheated
There's no time (No, no)
There's no more time (I, I, I, I)
There's no time (No, no)
There's no more
I think that I'm rotting inside myself

Chemical coffins, coarse conveyor belts
There's no time (No, no)
There's no more time (I, I, I, I, I)
There's no time (No, no)
There's no more

Circling a metropolis, I'll discard my dichotomy
No more
Suppressing my disease, to be used by the ugly and bored
I, I, I, I
I'm a cog in the machine
No
I, I, I, I, I, I
I can't feel It

Extremities dissolved in the tar beneath it’s bones
Won't atrophy
Should my gene expression cease fire?
I, I, I, I, I, I
I won't feel a thing
No
I, I, I, I, I, I
I won't feel a-