This imaginary body is getting bored
Of never coming alive
Every night I try to wash the day away
But every day leaves marks that will always stay

The universe speaks to me in a foreign language
I have to rely on its melodies
I've been trying to read the way it looks at me
But now I wish it would just close its eyes

I'm trying to hide
I don't want to be found
I'm biding my time

Nothing's real to me unless it's touchable
And I haven't felt anything in ages
Time's just jelly, impossible to cut through
And my body's just a shell waiting to break

I don't know who I am but I know who
I once was
Before my system broke down
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And all that's not been saved will be lost
And all that's not been saved will be lost
And all that's not been saved will be lost

I'm trying to hide
I don't want to be found
I'm biding my time