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Desperate but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate but not helpless. The clock strickes midnight in the murder city. I'm wide awake after the riot - This demonstration of our anguish. This empty laughter has no reason like a bottle of your favorite poison -

We are the last call and we're so pathetic. Christian's crying in the bathroom and i just want to bum a cigarette. We've come so far, we've been so wasted. It's written all over our faces