| I can feel the violence
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| Spill across the floor
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| My eyes have grown too clouded
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| To see it anymore
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| Fading into nothing
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| Turning into steam
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| Left in desperation
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| With nothing to redeem
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| Underneath the ice I find
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| A place to rest my weary mind
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| The cold deep water numbs my pain
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| Until I can face myself again
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| Waiting for redemption
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| That never seems to come
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| Hands reach beneath the surface
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| But I don’t know where from
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| I’m not ready to return yet
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| I just need a moment more
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| So I can try to remember
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| What it is I came here for
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| Underneath the ice I find
|
| A place to rest my weary mind
|
| The cold deep water numbs my pain
|
| Until I can face myself again
|
| I can feel the violence
|
| Spill across the floor
|
| My eyes have grown too clouded
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| To see it anymore
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| Sinking fast, too dark to see
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| The buzzing din envelopes me
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| Too late now, nowhere to go
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| I’m sinking in the undertow
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| Underneath the ice I find
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| A place to rest my weary mind
|
| The cold deep water numbs my pain
|
| Until I can face myself again |