The Internet Everybody

In the middle of the night
I never dream I simply fly away
To a land full of memories and misery
Tiny cribs, and a little doze
Of cellophane
Cellophane
And in the dawning of the day
I go to sleep and forget about the silly days
When I had to go out
And see the sun, feel Novocaine and whisper "fuck"
I'm running late
We're running late
In the deep parts of the internet
I spend the day
And I feel myself rot away
In sweet decay
When I sleep with shame
And I feel myself rot away
In sweet decay
When I sleep with shame
And I feel myself run away
In the middle of the night
I never dream I simply fly away
To a land full of memories
And little cribs and a little bit of
Novocaine
Novocaine



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