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Failing sleep, falling awake, impressions |
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of death's choking in its wake |
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Failing sleep, falling apart make impressions |
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to die for |
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Clenching fist - hand that feeds |
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Granting life sorting out the bad seed |
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Failing sleep, falling awake by impressions |
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at death's door |
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South of Halo |
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I'm a failing sun and a damage already done |
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Pain shoots in, sin after sin, |
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rotten scent of the forced upon must believe in |
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Pain shoots in, frost stiffens joints |
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make you lose your hold on to |
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Wide we gaze, scarred up face |
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Proof of a life outside of the maze |
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Pain shoots in, sin after sin, |
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tell me who gives a fuck now? |
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What have you been praying for? |
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Tell me what you have been praying for? |
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Why do you pray? |
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Fuck me; I'm blessed with time in Hell! |
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Hourglass, time has its pass, |
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absorb it you didn't - you don't own yourself |
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Hourglass, your time has passed, |
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your dirt-rest awaits you |
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Console your tears, realize fears |
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A coward's blind faith is a broken spear |
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Hourglass, time has its pass, |
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bow down, still get nothing |
