I try to shrink to lengths at which my arms can reach
I'll need another way, occasional apologies
And when I go to hell they'll try to sell me all my dreams
Just a testament, the origin of obscenity
And I'm designed, defined by only everything
Create another way to beg you for my amnesty
As I'm confined, dispersing my anxiety
Know when we step outside you'll always see the worst of me
I guarantee, the worst of me
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