| I am the ending of a life
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| No getting better now
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| The white zone spilling on the black
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| My patience, my patience running out
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| Fear of god and fear of life
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| I am cut and ready
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| I want to die
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| I am afraid I won’t
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| In the torture of a sleepless night
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| While my body rots to blood
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| But this is never what I wanted
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| I’m just begging you to stop
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| My days bleed into weeks
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| All my arms are open
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| This is the blurring of edges
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| The softening of shapes
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| The mercy and forgiveness
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| In death is real
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| Time for you to seal me up
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| And roll the stone into place
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| In the torture of a sleepless night
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| While my body rots to blood
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| But this is never what I wanted
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| I’m just begging you to stop
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| I am the ending of a life
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| No getting better now
|
| The white zone spilling on the black
|
| My patience running out
|
| The mercy and forgiveness
|
| In death is real
|
| Time for you to seal me up
|
| And roll the stone into place
|
| In the torture of a sleepless night
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| While my body rots to blood
|
| But this is never what I wanted
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| I’m begging, begging, begging you to stop
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| Oh… begging you to stop |