probably the last of these, return to dance music 2025
From the deepest dream I woke
Blurry vision indecision
Your hands are at my throat
Same old feeling loss and vengeance
No chance you can ever make it past this
Unproductive self destruction
Give it a new name get a prescription
I think it’s broken your thoughts
For every have and have not
It cost my mind this sadness
Nothing more than the same empty thoughts
It cost my mind this sadness
From the deepest dream I woke
Blurry vision indecision
Your hands are at my throat
Same old feeling loss and vengeance
No chance that I can ever make it past this
Unproductive self destruction