| They were no walkers, born underwater
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| With gills in a past life
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| Ankle-biters, precise in spite of
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| But they saw red
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| Red and only red
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| Now, I am done with the Riverbed
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| Sun never reaches there
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| Done with the creatures bred
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| In wet mud and featureless
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| Anchored to my skin, it swells
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| Makes every heaven hell
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| The sky, the floor of the well
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| The air, the Riverbed
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| I’m not your animal
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| But I prayed to be made one
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| Threw me down
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| Showed me around
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| Humanity as a prison ground
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| I am done with the Riverbed
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| I am the river
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| Red and only red |