Pattern retains it's shape Forward and backward time travels Glass has felt more malleable The knot in my stomach won't untie itself There's a hole in my head So I'll dig that hole and fill it with all my fears
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Pattern retains it's shape Forward and backward time travels Glass has felt more malleable The knot in my stomach won't untie itself There's a hole in my head So I'll dig that hole and fill it with all my fears