Dreamers all day. Sinners of midnight. Blurred memories of falls and fights. Liters and liters. And broken teeth. We are the sinking youth. Bury your hope. Bury your dreams. Corpses, corpses, corpses walking with the setting sun. Wandering with no goal. Surely the darkness will hide me. And the light becomes night all around me. We fill these bottles with regrets. What the hell am I doing here?
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