PPR CLP

by Keep the Eleven




No paperclips, a dead end job, but a full brain, of some madness
He told his boss that he'd fix this mess for free
No paperclips, a binary friend, and a blueprint, for an apparatus
To win the world and solve their unspoken plea
Tight times
Blurred signs
Forcing you to read between the lines
Blocking all the routes to relief
Forcing you to save the world from grief now
Blurred signs
Tight times
Feeling like you gotta cross the line
Blocking all the routes to relief
Forcing you to save the world from grief now
A thousand paperclips, ribbons on the wall, but some fear, that he's lost control
Before he knew it he was begging that friend for grace
Too many paperclips, a global reseed, the fate we made had no chance
No more eyes around to see him as a disgrace
Tight times
Blurred signs
Forcing you to read between the lines
Blocking all the routes to relief
Forcing you to save the world from grief now
Blurred signs
Tight times
Feeling like you gotta cross the line
Blocking all the routes to relief
Forcing you to save the world from grief

Written by: William Laskey

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