Social Insomnia Lyrics

Am I supposed to remember you?
Forgive me if I do.
Our dirty hands, the ones that feed us
They shove the glass between our beady eyes.
I'm not pressured into staying awake
It's a choice I wish to take.
They say this world is filled with souls but
I still remain unsold
When I can't sing myself to sleep.

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