| I wander between worlds
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| And the dead speak to me
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| I don’t know myself anymore
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| I don’t know who to believe
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| They’re with me now singing me to sleep
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| These are my last words, then I can dream
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| These voices are the silent killers
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| Is death all that’s left for me
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| These thoughts have become cages
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| And my demons got the best of me
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| Is this too dark for you yet
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| Knowing I’ve pictured the way
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| I’ll take my last breath
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| In my heart there are places no one has seen
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| Down there it’s only darkness
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| And if you saw it, you’d swear it wasn’t me
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| These are my last words
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| Death is singing me to sleep
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| These voices are the silent killers
|
| Is death all that’s left for me
|
| These thoughts have become cages
|
| And my demons got the best of me
|
| I wander between worlds
|
| And the dead speak to me
|
| I don’t know myself anymore
|
| I don’t know who to believe
|
| They’re with me now singing me to sleep
|
| These are my last words, then I can dream
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| Is this too dark for you yet
|
| Knowing I’ve pictured the way
|
| I’ll take my last breath
|
| In my heart there are places no one has seen
|
| Down there it’s only darkness
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| And if you saw it, you’d swear it wasn’t me
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| These are my last words
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| Death is singing me to sleep |