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In sepia tone I rush through these closed doors |
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Botching every attempt I make to keep wheezing |
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Time gnawing at my ankles through the sinew |
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With frantic eyes I pose a turbulent threat |
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All at once you're spreading disease |
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Infecting everyone that comes in contact |
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I was sleeping before any of this even happened |
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The ebb and flow has pasteurized this blood of mine |
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Panic rushes through sentient thoughts of fight or flee |
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I can offer no aid but the hand that strangled me |
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My eyes lead me to possible escape |
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Intercepted by a figure with a mirror head engaged |
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Opening his mouth I came to hear him speak |
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I see you have had an encounter with- It's tearing me to pieces |
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Keep it togeth- The pressure is crushing me |
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Don't stop breathing- Nerve endings are screaming |
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There's no antidote for this ailment |
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No end to potential perpetual chaos |
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Your world of black and white has never seemed so small |
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No end to potential perpetual chaos |
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Quickly now we haven't time for utter mundane thought process |
