Faces glowing
Fingers searching
These blood vessels want a new donor
They are tired of this same management
Pumping, pumping, pumping
My skin is no longer taut
All you've ever known is a sham
Pretenders, fakes, imposters
Impose on me your ideas
Until my body is too full
Until I have no more strength
Arms stretched
Heart crashed
These blood vessels stopped looking
They are content, okay, just okay
Expanding, expanding, expanding
okay. you've got to tell me what this one's about
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