Audience of Plastic Chairs - i felt like destroying something beautiful

So far, I've made it all this way
But it was hard to pick up right where I left off
Nothing's real, everything's far away
Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy
I know I was destined to wake up
Yet I'm aware I was never really asleep

All the faces were a bundle of friends
And most are just appalling punctures and entry wounds
Building walls to keep me safe from a distance
Still I end up fighting all apprehension
So help me, God

Every evening I die, always wishing I was born again, resurrected

Every evening I die, always wishing I was born again
And every evening I die, every morning I was born again
Resurrected

Written by:
Kevin Vista

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