Thought Machine

I've got a dream I could sell you
Nothing I can tell you
Is gonna make you feel better than you do now
I've got some things I could tell you
Ideas to suspend you
Into the end, where no one dares to go now.

And as the mirror slowly changed my shape
Yeah it changed my shape
Painted something that my mind cannot erase
Cannot erase

And my reaction is a sign
That I want this body to not be mine
Just make me perfect in every regard
If you're still up there, help me god

And I am so inadequate
I know I shouldn't feel this way
But I don't know how to quit
But you are just so perfect
I really don't deserve it
No matter how many times you tell me that I shouldn't feel bad

And I will make it work this time
This thought machine on a slow decline
It used to work all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Mason Lunneborg
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