| My world’s consumed, unveiled as I leave
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| Retreating through space, weaving through dreams
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| Enveloping fear, collapsing in on me
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| There’s no one else here, and nothing for me
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| Nothing, No
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| Silence in death, violent reprieve
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| Empty your lungs, no air to breathe
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| Oh, returning, wading through disease
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| Aperture, Open, Reveal all to me
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| Weakening pleas, vanishing words
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| Vacuous form, to which I converse
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| Confined to traverse a dream, unraveling my mind at the seams
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| Of sickness, despair, I gleam
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| Oh isolation, Reprieve
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| This crucible hollow, migration grows in me
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| None have survived, all are extinct
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| Oh, returning, wading through disease
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| Aperture open Reveal all to me
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| Weakening pleas, vanishing words
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| Vacuous idol, the witch, the curse |