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Tasteless Colorless It creeps in like radon gas And settles into cracks and says You're not the first Eyelids heavy with bleak unfiltered mist Spine chokes like a smokestack thinking You won't be the last Drive the point home Keep driving I'm still breathing I'm still Listless Useless I'm still here Drive the point home I'm still here Drive the point home I'm still driving I'm still breathing I'm still here I'm still