NOPLACE II from NOPLACE by Wife Patrol

I’m sick of nothing all the time
I need some dissonance
Agoraphobia takes hold
And won’t let go again
Fixating on the cool kids sticks and stones
Planting my roses I know they won’t grow
Rituals no one’s allowed to see
I’m not part of society

I got lost in noplace
I’m never leaving no way

You said this place was empty space
My own oblivion
These days I revel in the void
Echo obsidian
And I’ll never go nowhere, maybe
That’s why they call it Circle City
Round and around
And around we all go
Purgatory is a cozy home

I got lost in noplace
You never missed me no way

I’m sick of, so sick of

You said this place was empty space
My own oblivion

[chorus]

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