| Deep into the blackest matter
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| Where no on can breathe
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| Where G-forces rip out your lungs
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| And your brain starts to freeze
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| Deprived of vital oxygen
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| Your mind starts to drift
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| Sinking into a sleep
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| Your pulse grows weak
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| This form we live in
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| Is a fragile creation
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| This euphoric sensation
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| Is liquid separation
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| A flashback occurs
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| Right in front of your eyes
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| The final moment if truth comes
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| Time never lies
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| A memory retaining a love
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| You had for life
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| As cruel as it seems
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| Nothing ever seems to go right
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| This form we live in
|
| Is a fragile creation
|
| This euphoric sensation
|
| Is liquid separation
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| Deep penetration
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| A dying sensation, in sight
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| Your blood stops to flow
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| And now your body lets go
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| Colder and colder
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| Your hands turn to ice
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| Casting a shadow
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| Your soul sees the light
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| Retrovision
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| Is so misgiven
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| Retrovision
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| Too late for decision
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| This form we live in
|
| Is a fragile creation
|
| This euphoric sensation
|
| Is liquid separation
|
| This form we live in
|
| Is a fragile creation
|
| This euphoric sensation
|
| Is liquid separation |