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Smoky air I'm hearing voices
Altogether too familiar
Rotten choices seem the nicest when the right one's kill ya
Make my way deeper darker hands are pulling
But that voice is buried in the simple beauty of a silver bullet
Walking willing puzzle solved and alla blanks are filling
Still I'm feeling I can realize what the villain's shilling
Reveal my hands are off the wheel, of the automobile an
Gilded ceilings filthy filling with a couple mill civilians
I don't notice I just know this an it's all concealed out in the open
Hope my numerals are holding back the ocean
My digits fidget but my eyes are only focused fo-wed
Spin another drink is fizzing time is sped up now it's slowin'
For a moment, I swear that I can hear some of the spoken
Words that friends are quoting knowing that they're right
Maybe tonight there's time to stop it and to leave would be the sophic option
Then she's calling me and I'm following 'fore the trail is cold an

White rabbit, what am I doing
Pied piper, follow the music
Quite happy with the choices I'm abusing
White rabbit, what am I doing

And I deal  with things the I way I deal
Feel 'bout things the way I feel
Real to you, ain't real to me
When I'm down, follow the music round

Fingers probing, the splinter in my mind pulses provoking
Eyes that lie see something there but only for a moment
With how the lights are strobing, jittery stop motion
Couples missing frames move, fidget and falter forward
Then I see she break for it an I'm pushing people
Past the booth the DJ switches tracks I'm blasted by the speakers
Hands shoot to my head a reflex like that's gonna do a damn thing
Radar pinging drums are blasted an my ears are ringing
One hand to the temple, other used for pushing shoving
Viral as I spiral down this tunnel I ain't hearing nothing
Then the lights are blinding stab my eyes no time for cover
See she'll get away hold up my hand come on just show me something
Know she's close, my friends can see it's hopeless
Broken record and they holy for just tuning in and taking notice
Been a while that the wheels are off the spokes an
I don't wanna go on on home a ghost and so I follow closer to the-

White rabbit, what am I doing
Pied piper, follow the music
Quite happy with the choices I'm abusing
White rabbit, what am I doing

And I deal  with things the I way I deal
Feel 'bout things the way I feel
Real to you, ain't real to me
When I'm down, follow the music round

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