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The drip, drip, drip of blood drains me, |
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I feel cold. |
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My eyes turn inside out and |
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I can see the inside of my soul. |
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My old, torn hand points in the air. |
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I still feel |
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I'm aiming for you. |
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Out of reach, |
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I somehow fly above. |
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Behind my closed eyes |
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I see, I see the world beyond, where |
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I can feel your pain, where |
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I can taste your pain. |
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Attack! The greatest gift, the lie untold, the past calls. |
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The sign was there, now |
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I know, the lie was |
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I. Behind my closed eyes |
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I see, I see the world beyond, where |
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I can feel your pain, where |
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I can taste your pain, where |
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I take my place in the hall of tortured souls. |
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My number has been picked. |
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Stand tall and strong. |
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As I walk through the tormentors mind |
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I leave my hell behind. |
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Feel world beyond, taste world beyond. |
