LYRICS
It's
nine past ten
and
the glasses are filled
my
friends are around me
but
there's an emptiness
deep
inside me
like
a black hole it's sucking
myself
out of me
and
I'm beating the air
and
I'm smashing the chair
that
I'm sitting on
too
liquid to die
too
dried out to try
to
fight, to survive
it's
over...
Melila,
Delilah
Karakorum
girls
shiny
cloudy grey.
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