| The man drifting seeks poison and promise
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| A threat to all, mostly to himself
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| Hearing voices from the great beyond
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| Now only he can dig himself out
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| Eyes red, wrists cut
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| Reaching out but not from heaven
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| Soul black, head fucked
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| Hell’s existence isn’t numb
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| You can’t keep him from the bottom
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| Where the dwelling begins
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| Once capable and caring
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| Now in perils seductive grip
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| His mournful cries are pitiful
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| Sung to dying skies with no stars
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| Now his letter’s kept inside a flame
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| Those who read only know the burning
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| Eyes red, wrists cut
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| Reaching out but not from heaven
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| Soul black, heart fucked
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| Hells existence isn’t numb
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| Mouth sewn, hands bound
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| But do you cease the torment
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| Skin cold, failed unknown
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| Scream until the blood fill your lung
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| Yeah, now you’re a threat
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| But only to yourself
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| Yeah, now you’re a threat
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| To your own tomorrow
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| All your words became…
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| All your words became…
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| All your words became…
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| Untruth! |