| Mould with your hands what lies within your heart
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| It is what I would have done if mine wasn’t torn apart
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| Thrown into the lake. |
| I barely make it to land. |
| This moment doesn’t exist
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| It’s already slipped, slipped through our fingers and down the drain with the
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| lessons never learned
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| It was a fucking waste. |
| Years of covering the tracks I’ve made
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| It was a waste of time that I’m never getting back
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| I’m afraid it’s too late, I let the virus spread of a life that I don’t want to
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| lead
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| Days of plague, nights of pure misery. |
| Worlds burning before bleeding eyes
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| Twenty four hours feels like an eternity. |
| I knew all along that I had to make
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| this end
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| It’s getting hard to see, to see any way out of this. |
| Closure seems so far away.
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| Pressure is closing in on me
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| Some find comfort in pain, some seek for the answers in vain
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| Words of hope still mean nothing when it’s delivered by the living dead
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| Mould with your hands what lies within your heart
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| It is what I would have done if mine wasn’t torn apart
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| It is what I would have done if mine wasn’t dead and torn apart
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| You’ll feel it taint your inside and you will choke on fear
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| No mercy will ever be shown when you try to utter the words ''Please,
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| one last chance''
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| Mould with your hands what lies within your heart. |
| But mine is torn apart |