| Can you explain
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| This subtle change
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| That dull, sweet ache
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| That takes my mind
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| To a place where nothing can see
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| Dissatisfied, as you drift back to what you were
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| Before, before you came here
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| I’m losing some pieces, here at the end
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| And I can’t find exactly where I came in
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| Drifting backwards into nothing
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| Oh, my god it’s watching me and moving in me
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| I feel its sickness in me
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| I see sickened entropic vision
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| Death above me, and rot below
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| I feel the change
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| Can you explain
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| This subtle change
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| That dull, sweet ache
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| That takes my mind
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| To a place that I can’t remember
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| What could it be
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| This all-enveloping white
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| It wants to decompose me
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| They want this living husk
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| Eyes move in silence
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| Through a blanket of night
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| The air here is stagnant
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| This wood void of light
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| Not for the eyes of silence
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| Withered in this wicked copse
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| They only seek to change me
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| From man to fetid rot
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| Speaking to me, the only voice I hear
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| Caresses me with its cold and static logic
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| Moving backwards through a forest of transition
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| I’m drifting backwards into nothing
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| Can you explain (I don’t think they can hear me)
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| This subtle change (Is the forest screaming?)
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| Can you explain (Stark dissatisfaction)
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| I can’t remember why I came here |