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Digging, |
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the dirt is cold. |
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My hands are stiff, |
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the mere smell makes me recoil. |
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A taste of disgust, |
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a vile stench, |
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an empty shell. |
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Hiding my face in shame, |
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I wish I didn't have to see. |
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Waves of regret breaking over me. |
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This can't be me! |
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I can see myself running |
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through unknown landscape. |
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Bloody trails behind me, |
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my lungs are burning. |
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A constant flow of blood |
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Carry me... This is My pain. |
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...back to the source. And I will carry it. |
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Carry me... This is My burden. |
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...to my Father. And I will carry it. |
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The light still torments me. |
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In the lowest pit, in the darkness, |
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in the deep. |
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Here was my refuge |
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until the day break |
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and the shadows flee away. |
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To wake up, to see, |
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to leave behind, starting to walk. |
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I leave death behind. |
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A pale reflection of light. |
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I can see the darkness fading |
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I close my eyes. |
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In the lowest pit, |
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in the darkness, |
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into the deep. |
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Here was my refuge |
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until the day break |
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and the shadows run away. |
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Footsteps in a distance, |
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I dare not look, |
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hiding my face in the shadow. |
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You are there, |
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In the steps in the blood. |
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Everything is there, |
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the filth covers me no more. |
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Carry me... This is My pain |
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...back to the source. And I will carry it |
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On my knees... This is My burden. |
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...to my father. You don't need to carry it |
