I'm Disappearing from Convertible Hearse by CDSM

The louder I scream, it seems the harder it falls
On ever-deafened ears and fading into the walls
I feel as welcome as the sight of ankles under the stall
Or the thumb over the button rejecting the call
I grow needy and hungry with the drifting of sands
And increasingly paranoid with the switching of hands
Now my ponderings hold me hostage with a list of demands
Coming in loud and clear on a string between cans

To the unknown, where I’m fearing
Too close to home, what I’m hearing
All on my own, all in my feelings
I’m disappearing

I’m doomed to reappear only in photographs
In computer-generated memories of the past
From about as far back as the graduate class
Turn the valve on nostalgia, get high on huffing the gas
I stuffed that note in a bottle and hurled it out to the sea
No reception out here, it washed right back to my feet
I come from starving to death and watching someone else eat
In my resting position on the edge of my seat

To the unknown, where I’m fearing
Too close to home, what I’m hearing
All on my own, all in my feelings
It’s overgrown, I’m in the clearing
Bathed in the light from the holes up in the ceiling
I’m disappearing
I’m disappearing
(Bathed in the light from the holes up in the ceiling)
I’m disappearing
(Bathed in the light from the holes up in the ceiling)
I’m disappearing
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