Thirteen Senses

When you're landing, do you reach out?
They're lining up to shoot you down
Banging your head on the pavement
And no other life is attractive
Get your teeth in, sophistication
Took the road and it got demoted
The least adapted, drive impression
At least appearance seems dead
Chorus:
And soon the most obvious fear will arise
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That you die in this life, and there's nowhere to go
The consequence is eating away at the heart
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And I keep forgetting how to write good songs