12:15
I have to keep the world beneath me...
Because its that that I'm sinking in.
My head over the emotions...
That I'm drowning in.
Words you speak, spinning perfectly...
I watch you trying to talk to me.
I've finally perfected my numbing.
A screwed version of humanity,
A corrupt world...
Holding on to nothing.
I look at life...
It's an empty drum.
No secret, no love...
One hand is untying me...
The other shooting the gun.
Who knows what time it is,
Or who's calling.
Looking down this crooked path...
The past is a ghost.
Never letting me go...
I feel it in my thoughts.
Every time I breathe...
I believe in God.
Still it haunts me...
My world will always be 12:15.
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