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The room is spinning upside down |
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No air to make a sound |
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There is nothing I can do |
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It's searing touch upon my skin |
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Lets me know it will begin |
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I'm in its hands now |
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It's pulling tighter on the noose |
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Pumping concrete through my veins |
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No way to get out of these ****ing chains |
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But giving in just makes it worse |
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No way to reverse this pain |
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I'm in the panic cycle |
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Pulled out too far from the shore |
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And I'm drowning again |
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The noise is ringing in my ears |
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Lying paralyzed by fear |
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There is nothing I can do |
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Its sharpened claws digging in |
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Tearing through me once again |
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Unable to fight it |
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It's pulling tighter on the noose |
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Pumping concrete through my veins |
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No way to get out of these ****ing chains |
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But giving in just makes it worse |
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No way to reverse this pain |