Staying awake because you are haunting
Microphone to an empty room
To an empty audience
To an empty soul
Marooned
We shook hands
It was a deal
We would listen
Grooves in shiny black
Vignettes carved into our heads
Running over
And running over again
Staying awake because we were deaf
Our noise molding distance
Not safe to eat away at
We shook hands
It was a deal
We would forget
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