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Maybe this streak's alive Color in the things you like, about me Was it the violence That split the stars in threes? Looking in the back where the planets end The dedication page, it begins Nah I don't drink much, just the cold stuff Nah I wouldn't lie down drown in the wet ground I can't deny The Futurist's abyss is on the rise Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate Must of lost a fortune along the way I never saved, up for a rainy day I put it all upon the brass collection plate Am I gonna die? Or beat back all these tiny suicides? Maybe if the sky aligns Maybe I could have you, one last time Was it the silence That amplified the reverb in my mind? Someday we all die Why give into these tiny suicides? From Letras Mania