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Coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming, coming, coming out

High pulse and no gravity
Banging head, spinning head, dazed, overwhelmed
And there's no ground underneath
No ground to stand on
Words can not contain
The weight and the size of this stain
With an unbearable logic behind
And the soul in the mind and the people waiting outside

Square heads, square lips
Squeeze the answer out of me
False confession, take me to imprisonment
Number me, take my things, shave my head
Dress me, undress me
Dress, undress, undress, undress, undress, undress and once again

High pulse and no gravity
Banging head, spinning head, dazed, overwhelmed
And they said they'll help me if I cooperate
So, write down your name on a blank page
You nutcase, you crazy-face
How come you don't remember it?
I'm trying, but I can't seem to recall it
We didn't even start, and you're losing it
You skip a step and can't seem to snap out of it

And there's no coming out of this
There's no coming out of this
No good coming out of this
There's no coming out

And there's no coming out of this
There's no coming out of this
No good coming out of this
There's no coming out

And there's no coming out of this
There's no coming out of this
No good coming out of this
There's no coming out

And there's no coming out of this
There's no coming out of this
No good coming out of this
There's no coming out

Coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Coming, coming, coming, coming, coming out
Coming out, coming out, coming out