nWhat’s been lost in the machine, cannot be got it back anymorenSpent, used, to feed the circlenMaybe been too sure that ‘time heels the wounds’nThat, what for we did so muchnTo break, what was made to be beautifulnnPain dies by screaming, naked on the floornHow much will it last, no, you cannot knownWho gets hurt and how much, it seems like that’s the only reason that matters anymorenWhen we’ve got to this point when nothing is surennThe worlds longest hours, you’ll get caught in their armsnYou’ll carry them until the end, even you don’t always notice itnWhats the sky like, what was never foundnI’ve heard planty of it, even some from my own mouthnnYou can survive so long, when you insure to youreselfnnPain dies by screaming, naked on the floornHow much will it last, no, you cannot knownWho gets hurt and how much, it seems like that’s the only reason that matters anymorenWhen we’ve got to this point when nothing is surennSomebody of us is unhappynBurned, but numbnPenitent, but unfaithfulnMore than restlessnnIntention is implicitnJustification is solidnEquation maybe impossiblenHow do you mean grim nHow do you mean grim nHow do you mean grimnHow do you mean grim nnPain dies by screaming, naked on the floornHow much will it last, no, you cannot knownWho gets hurt and how much, it seems like that’s the only reason that matters anymorenWhen we’ve got to this point when nothing is surennPain dies by screaming, naked on the floornHow much will it last, no, you cannot known