Layers of Dust

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The layers of dust
Reappearing every day
In my mind I can’t see
Got the feeling I must

Keep hanging on
My eyes in the skies
My heart in my pants
And my knees in shock

There is a thing beneath my throat
Empty pounding faster and faster
As if I’m in a rush
To reach the finals

Exhausted at the end
Older, tired and deader
Eyes are fucked ears as well
Body in ruins spirit in thin air