You're running out of confidence as soon as you collide.
With a massage from the world outside.
Intoxication's self defense, every helping hand you bite.
Contaminated destiny.

I heard you say there's no tomorrow, without a bit of confidence.
I heard you say it's never a crime - no, to celebrate the end of the good thing.
But I dried all my tears of sorrow and I won't explain myself.
Today I'm the one I want to be!

You're running against your walls again, cause they keep on closing in.
There's only ghosts and strangers here.
Silence is your creepy friend, feeling fine's a deadly sin.
But every haunted house collapses in the end.

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