| Death is a friend that we serve 'til the end and she’s near
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| Sink, drown
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| Can you hear me? |
| Do you feel it?
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| Right here, watch the Lotus Eater drown
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| Sink, drown
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| He’ll never be found
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| Empty within
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| Empty without my pentecostal kin
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| You are the tick of the analogue clock
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| The hum and rattle that’ll never stop
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| The spluttering cough of the refrigerator motor
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| I cannot exist without her, but she won’t let me go
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| Sink, drown
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| Can you hear me? |
| Do you feel it?
|
| Right here, watch the Lotus Eater drown
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| Sink, drown
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| He’ll never be found
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| Raise your glass to the Lotus Eater
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| As he drifts into the ether
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| Can you take me to meet her?
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| She who brings panic and fever
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| She ate when I ate, she drank when I drank
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| But she never slept when I slept
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| She’d terrorise me as I dreamt
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| Cognitive dissonance reigns supreme in me
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| As is her will
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| Sink, drown
|
| Can you hear me? |
| Do you feel it?
|
| Right here, watch the Lotus Eater drown
|
| Sink, drown
|
| He’ll never be found
|
| Raise your glass to the Lotus Eater
|
| As he drifts into the ether
|
| Can you take me to meet her?
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| She who brings panic and fever, fever
|
| Sink, drown
|
| Can you hear me? |
| Do you feel it?
|
| Right here, watch the Lotus Eater drown
|
| Sink, drown
|
| He’ll never be found
|
| Raise your glass to the Lotus Eater
|
| As he drifts into the ether
|
| Can you take me to meet her?
|
| She who brings panic and fever
|
| Raise your glass to the Lotus Eater
|
| As he drifts into the ether
|
| Can you take me to meet her?
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| She who brings panic and fever, fever |