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Seven-Day Constant

de Farside

Sleep is overrated

I went to a party and i never heard such laughter
It briefly felt like it was Christmas Eve
I entered like a pallbearer
My baggage was astonishing
I couldn't bare to check it at the door
Everyone kept asking what was wrong and i just said
Another phone call kept the trend

For seven days i lost my taste
No mercy here
I confused my strength for callousness again
For seven days, blood on my face
No mercy here
Someone owes me seven days

Peebles fall into my hands
I'm aware of what that means
That the walls are falling on my battered head
Ignorance iss blissfulness
That must make me a genius
But somehow i just can't seem to agree

Someone told me i'm just playing dues and then i said
How much do i have to spend?

For seven days i lost my taste
No mercy here
I confused my strength for callousness again
For seven days, blood on my face
No mercy here
Someone owes me seven days

Too tired to care
Too concerned to fall asleep

Sleep is overrated
Another piece of bad news came my way
It found me every day
This week has got to end
Or i will

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