Jesse Barki - Cassiopeia

Cassiopeia, cause of my dysphoria
Like a bad bacteria, result in nausea
I still don't need no one, yeah we'll see what I become
A New Yorker on the run
Gotta make something of myself, gotta be someone

Stranger than the sound of over-stimulation all around
Silence echoes louder in this town
I wonder what metaphor this part of life is now
I fill the empty space asking why and how

Cassiopeia, cause of my dysphoria
Like a bad bacteria, result in nausea
I still don't need no one, yeah we'll see what I become
A New Yorker on the run
Gotta make something of myself, gotta be someone

So long old friend
I've gone off the deep end

Written by:
Jesse Barki

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