AWOL from Radical by Every Time I Die

the shape of your data’s got me astral projecting, but I think you and I we need to talk.
because the soul of the code your equipment had sent me? it might as well have been outlined in chalk.
I cannot decipher what all the static is but I got a pretty good read on your black thoughts.
the passion that makes me feel alive again. it’s gonna be the death. the death of us.
the space between us is like a crime scene with no blood and no fingerprints
you got the wrong man, I never crossed that line. A-W-O-L
I owe myself an apology. I hope that I mean it.
doubt it, right? yea so do I
take my word, I don’t want it. it ain't no good.
don’t just stand there and look at me come and give me your trash.
I want to feel your hot flash. I want to see your teeth gnash. I want to come in dead last
go down together, get drunk at the bottom and tell you some bullshit like “baby, our scars are the same.”
we are out of this world. because all good drugs go to heaven.

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