There's a latent premonition of my aimless head
There's a welcoming sedation and it wants me dead
There are several bands of Ivy vying for my throat
The more I try to pull them away, the more that they like to choke
There's an erudite, steeped history smiling in my face
Saying time's a broken record, and we loop in place
If you're fixated on the moment, then your mind can rest
And you don't have to pull it away. Next time the track will play.
I see it now. I was just caught up in everything.
Fly me out, and my string will change
Someone's watching me
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