I'm not waiting around.
You have opened the door.
Waiting for nothing more.
No more touring around.
But it keeps my nights full.
No more nights with no encore.
This salt in wound scenario is growing old.
But i'm protected by a thousand layers of built-up skin.
Designed to protect what you've destroyed within.
What did I miss?
Thrall to the Wire of Self-Excited Circuit.
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