in flames

You will be dispensed with
When you've become
Incovinient

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

There are so many of us so you can't count

 I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me

Fragments de "Harrowdown Hill", Thom Yorke

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