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Cold – I’m growing cold
My feelings are not OK, I can’t relate
Hard – my heart is hard
My brain is washed every day, my empty mate

Truth is such a fragile word, I’d rather hear the lie
A TV set is fun, I disconnect my brain, thinking hurts, thinking hurts

A murder in a box
Life’s a paradox
I try to understand
You understand?

Death – death doesn’t scare me
I live in fiction all day, I have no filter
Me – immortal me
You make a hole on my brain, I’m already dead

Truth is such a fragile word, I’d rather hear the lie
A TV set is fun, I disconnect my brain, thinking hurts, thinking hurts

A murder in a box
Life’s a paradox
I try to understand
You understand?

Help – I need some help
I watch the TV all day, it won’t turn off
Stop – can’t make it stop
Remote control my life, my life’s on hold

Truth is such a fragile word, I’d rather hear the lie
A TV set is fun, I disconnect my brain, thinking hurts, thinking hurts

A murder in a box
Life’s a paradox
I try to understand
You understand?

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