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A suction through the ground |
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Is pulling him down |
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The unbearable heat |
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Melts his feet |
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The traps has gnawed through |
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These minutes are untrue |
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Death is so near |
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Can it end this fear |
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Limbs are dying out |
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Far off the doctor shouts "Keep away from the bed Let him be soon he'll be dead!" |
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Now he's drifting through a sharp scarlet light |
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From the exhausting day to a peaceful night |
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This is the end of mess and complexity |
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Beyond the fragmentic world and fatality |
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Floating as a falcons wing in a clear blue sky |
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The pleasure he's feeling now, it's the way to die |
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Released from his flesh and bones, only lumps of cream |
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Close to existence, it's just a dream? |
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During the end... |
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Breaking through... |
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Breaking through... |
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Breaking through... |
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Breaking through... |
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Breaking through... |
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Breaking through... |
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Breaking through... |
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Breaking through... |