Dirtweed Y2K

Television trash, television trash
Nothing sacred
Clipping through the floor
Falling towards the sky
Glitching out
Fall asleep to static
Waking up to fallout
I wanna smoke until I'm no one
Fill my brain with nothing
I wanna

The sun was setting on the 20th century
Same view
Different screen



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Boyens
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