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It's cold (so fucking cold) |
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A sordid trip to the vowels of creation |
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The seductive wasteland, marrow of the world |
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That gentle melancholy that so endeared in times past |
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It seems to hang with an unnerving ease |
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I've been here before but now it seems there is no way out |
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There is now way out but down, the ante chambers to nothing |
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The terror scratching at the surface of sanity |
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Eyes are plucked |
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The jackals are coming |
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Hands are bleeding |
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Raw from the scratching |
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Freedom lies |
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The depths of |
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Lies |
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Freedom lies |
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Through the ether |
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Elemental nausea |
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Free to stagnate |
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Grinding elation |
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Oppressive opiates |
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Residue of flesh |
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Through the ether |