12·07·01 Later That Pre-Dawn

07-DEC-2001 03:15
Bombarded by the atmosphere
You breathe, you choke, you breathe again
Conversation disappears
You realize they're not your friends
The panic of the future rears
You dig, you jerk, you find another way
      I don't know
      But I believe
      In yesterday
      And what it means
      To bleed
      And know that you're okay...
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