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Do you feel anything at all? |
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Do you hear steps at the door? |
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Do you reckon the smell of? |
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It's life, the dark death binds you |
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Frightened by your own smell |
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Bitterness will run you through |
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Silent, screaming |
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Turning, twisting the alphabet |
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Frenetic eyes |
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Awaiting the answer |
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Splinters of a poem |
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Fragments of what you used to be |
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Habitual and gullible |
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Run down memoirs is all that's left |
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Do you wish to sleep? |
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Do you aim for the shadow? |
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Do you feel all infected? |
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It's life, the dark death binds you |
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Frightened by your own smell |
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Bitterness will run you through |
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Silent screaming |
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Turning, twisting the alphabet |
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Frenetic eyes |
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Awaiting the answer |
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Splinters of a poem |
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Fragments of what you used to be |
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Habitual and gullible |
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Run down memoirs is all that's left |
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It's the cowardice that pulls you under |
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And takes you to the end, where it begins |
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Release the world is waiting on your arrival |
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Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride |
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Do you know about atrocity? |
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Do you know that everybody's gone? |
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Do you know that you're on your own? |
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It's life, the dark death binds you |
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Frightened by your own smell |
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Bitterness will run you 'round |
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Silent, screaming |
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Turning, twisting the alphabet |
|
Frenetic eyes |
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Awaiting the answer |
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Splinters of a poem |
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Fragments of what you used to be |
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Habitual and gullible |
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Run down memoirs is all that's left |