I'm slipping slowly down to paradise
I'm shutting off the air so I can breathe
I'm watching myself skate upon thin ice
And knowing that I do not want to leave.
The little killer buttons in me glow,
I long to stand and press them one by one
And have a good time 'til it's time to go
And stare into the barrel of a gun.
It sounds as if I'm desperate to part
But that's not true I'm quite enjoying this
As long as there's some movement in my heart
I'll keep mistaking suffering for bliss.
So I run round in circles like a clown,
And everything about me's upside down.
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