| 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 that 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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| Frantic 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 infected?
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| It’s life- the dark that binds you
|
| Frightened by your own smell
|
| Bitterness will run you through
|
| Silent screaming
|
| Turning, twisting the alphabet
|
| Frantic eyes
|
| Awaiting the answer
|
| Splinters of a poem
|
| Fragments of what you used to be
|
| Habitual and gullible
|
| Run-down memoirs is all that’s left
|
| 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?
|
| It’s life- the dark that binds you
|
| Frightened by your own smell
|
| Bitterness will run you through
|
| Silent screaming
|
| Turning, twisting the alphabet
|
| Frantic eyes
|
| Awaiting the answer
|
| Splinters of a poem
|
| Fragments of what you used to be
|
| Habitual and gullible
|
| Run-down memoirs is all that’s left |