| Fall into the flood of your awakening
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| Drown. |
| You’re a trace of what I used to be Waging the battle fot the appreciation you’ll never win
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| Behold the army that will harken with open souls
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| A tiny voice of pester softer than a drop of a pin
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| And so naive thinking you were
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| The source you told
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| I was composing the begining before you had begun
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| Where did you sharped such a tounge
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| For the sound you spill
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| I want the honour for the favour that I’ve already won
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| Without the ignorant deduction
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| That you reveal
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| Give me the pain of somthing real
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| No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising
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| Give in a way that I can feel
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| When you disgrace me I want to see your eyes burn
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| Fall into the flood of your awakening
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| Drown. |
| You’re a trace of what I used to be You wrote the words you couldn’t
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| Stomach manifesting with breath
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| I read the thoughts you never
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| Questions would show me your face
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| If confrontation were to wake and
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| Rear it’s ugly head
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| I get the feeling you’d be wanting it all erased
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| This simple gossip is your only definition of life
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| And what a vacant purpose taking it to your grave
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| There is no threat of loss in Hearing the slant you cry
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| Oh what a fool to think you fell
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| On the mass you crave
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| Give me the pain of somthing real
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| No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising
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| Give in a way that I can feel
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| When you disgrace me I want to see your eyes burn
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| Fall into the flood of your awakening
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| Drown. |
| You’re a trace of what I used to be Awaken from the delusion of validity
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| Awaken into the truth of how it used to be Wake up Fall into the flood of your awakening
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| Drown. |
| You’re a trace of what I used to be Awaken |