| On my knees again in familiar lands
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| Echoes pierce the dark and to the left he stands
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| Open yourself to me and take the eucharist
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| Climbing down my throat, the snake begins to hiss
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| In this past I hide, still you feel me
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| Rings of smoke obscure my eyes
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| The memory, the loss and shame, don’t define me
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| But I fear that is a lie
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| Lost forever in the tides
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| Of a voice that’s calling from inside
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| Words are locusts, scratching out our eyes
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| We’re bondsmen feigning freedom but ensnared
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| Silent passenger, he who guides my way
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| Chained within my mind until the end of days
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| No one escapes his wrath, for he is always near
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| Clinging to my neck, paralyzed with fear
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| From depths I cry, no one answers
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| Overtaken by the tides
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| Deep inside, a spark remains, growing stronger
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| Let the blaze consume the binds
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| Run away, cast off his weight
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| Remove the shackles
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| Take the reigns while I have time
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| This body, no longer a vessel
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| From flesh to scars to flesh to nothing
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| In his empty promise, I reject that I am broken
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| Make way, I have time |