I keep walking in abandoned trenches
I wake up in the haze surrounding me
As something long forgotten, erased by nauseous fumes
As I am forced to deal with this
The numbing pain just shuts me down
And so my past will be catching up to me
Diagnosed to oblivion over one petty step
Bloodshot eyes locking in on my disguise
And you have always seen me this way
And so what difference could it make?
To be erased by the new day
So I'll be well upon my way
The present pass around me
And the tide keeps washing in on me
Like dunes of sand; I'll wash away with time
The bearer of a lonely quest
I've tried to find the bridge from dog to man
And so my past will be catching up to me
Diagnosed to oblivion over one petty step
Bloodshot eyes locking in on my disguise
And you have always seen me this way
And so what difference could it make?
To be erased by the new day
So I'll be well upon my way
And you have always seen me this way
And so what difference could it make?
To be erased by the new day
So I'll be well upon my way
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