| Swallowed down. |
| Is this my last stairway?
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| Still I feel a needle through my flesh
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| That brings smoke, it bars the view
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| Cleaning remorse out of me
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| Pure denying
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| I became a survivor
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| At one with these spires that feed me on
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| My own shelter for cold stung my face
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| Yet I can’t, I won’t move
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| Snake of God, have mercy on me
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| What’s left behind for me?
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| Choose my path, gather my past
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| Wash it away with lenient venom
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| Forever grateful
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| Of keeping me warm
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| Do what you will
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| Shut my eyes
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| Draw my soul up
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| And start again
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| Snake of God, have mercy
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| Snake of God, have mercy
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| Snake of God, have mercy
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| Snake of God, have mercy
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| Wires feeding and snaring together
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| But it’s all I ever had
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| I am a survivor
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| I am at one with these spires |