The asphalt is leaning on me like a mountain.
The pressure is building and i'm exhausted.
I know you know there is nowhere to go.
Knowing is trying; its not a secret.
I know you know there is nowhere to go.
I'm sleeping in a basement; it's cold and undusted.
The pictures are hanging all my walls like a guilliotine.
I know you know there is nowhere.
Laying down here trying to think of nothing,
I know you know there is nowhere to go.
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