Isolation Tank
Fetish 69
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Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment
Another night in solitary confinement
Just laying there - nonexistent
The phone's ringing from very distant
Eating beans out of rusty cans
Sipping coffee out of my hands
Smashing my head against the wall
God's lonely man is six feet tall
Burning all books and the social contract
Only the weak ones need social contact
Erase your thoughts - stomach bubbling- blank
Inside a selfish homemade tank
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Count on nobody - do not count on me
Without you - without me
Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment
Another night in solitary confinement
Just laying there - nonexistent
The phone's ringing from very distant
Without feelings - without gravity
Without you - without me