| I’m on a downward spiral and I’m falling fast
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| Losing touch with reality and imagination
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| Perspective is fleeting, I suspect I’m slightly going mad
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| The signs are all right there to be read
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| Make of it what you desire
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| Interpretation is subjective
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| As I sit here contemplating my next move
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| I feel other presences here with me
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| And they whisper my name…
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| Are the shadows real?
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| Are the whispers?
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| In the dead of the night, I hear the voices clearly
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| They whisper my name and caress me with promises of silence and darkness
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| Are they really there?
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| Only they can lead me beyond
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| In the back of my mind (where there’s still a shred of reason left)
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| It sounds discordant and speculative
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| I have nothing to hold onto and life is pulling me down
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| «Fuerit morietur hac nocte» they whisper to me from the shadows
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| I am falling so fast
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| I see lights passing me by
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| Distorted shadows in every flash
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| I know that I’m on the way to my end
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| And I welcome the terminal freedom of death
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| I finally understood the voices
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| They whispered I would die tonight |