A stack of lives I hardly know
Look in my mind a window pane blurry
These claws I have unmistakable
I always heal but I never stop hurting

I have no past, no sense of time
No safe place here and no finish line
I've put more loves in to the ground
Than any man can say he's found, here
And questioning everything inside
Has brought me now, to here, this is my life

Monday comes, fly to the Savage Land
Tuesday rooftop battles with a gang of Hand
On and on and on it goes
And on and on and on it goes until
Wednesday morn filled up with bullet wounds
Thursday night tearing up the Wrecking Crew
On and on and on it goes
And on and on and on it goes

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