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took the last train down to the bottom line

never wanted to leave until you left me blind

time is a thief, it's a mete, it's a killing machine

pullin me further behind and everyone in between

oh my, my, my zion

no one wants to be last resort

medicine doesn't ease emptiness anymore

i don't need anything, it's all driven mad

there's no orginality, there's only good and bad

i can't argue over nothing

everyone's opinion's out

nothing we can do about

pointing at each other now

i don't want to fight about

everyone's opinion's out

on nothing we can do about

now, now, turn around,

save it for yourself now

tried to look for a calm in another eye

my soul got tired, couldn't take mind

the invisible thing, the source of every life

... for the last time