It's official ... my NIN obsession has returned ... i find myself hung on a different song each day ... Trent Reznor, sometimes u're a lyrical genius ... seriously
I wake up
On the floor
Start it up again
Like it matters anymore
I don't know
If it does
Is this really all
That there ever was?
Put the gun
In my mouth
Close your eyes
Blow my fucking brains out
Pretty patterns
On the floor
That's enough for you
But I still need more
I JUMP FROM EVERY ROOFTOP
SO HIGH SO FAR TO FALL
I FEEL A MILLION MILES AWAY
I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL
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