| You know the feeling when it’s always just around the edges
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| Overwhelming sense of pressure?
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| On the periphery
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| The weight is always threatening, you know it
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| Could collapse your vision
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| Always the desperate screaming bubbling below the surface
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| Can you even stay in control?
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| Just like that night you broke before the agonising flow of memories and
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| drowned in the flood
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| You never wanted it
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| But your wants don’t mean shit
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| The grimdown
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| The matted shit encrusted fur of the beasts
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| The monsters wrestling inside your brain
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| So scared they will break out and paralyse your helpless ass
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| How can you stand before this devil?
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| It’s like an octopus that’s made of tar, it’s reaching out, there’s suckers
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| clinging wet to your face
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| And now the panic comes
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| You cannot speak, you cannot breathe
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| The grimdown’s made you into it’s slave
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| You never wanted it
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| But your wants don’t mean shit
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| The grimdown
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| Can feel the contours of everything you look at
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| And each and everyone is painful
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| There is no chance for heroism, only trembling in panicked fear
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| No where to be safe
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| Desperate terror like a child crying in the dark for mother
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| But no answer will come
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| Kicking, screaming, begging, pleading
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| Stop snivelling, it’s useless
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| The grimdown shows no mercy
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| You never wanted it
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| But your wants don’t mean shit
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| The grimdown
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| The coldest feeling in the burning pit of your stomach
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| The onset has you locked in it’s grasp
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| You’re so pathetic, why can’t you even admit it
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| Incapable of wiping your own arse
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| All along you’ve known you were your own worst enemy
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| You created the grimdown to fear
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| But not it’s too late you are it’s bitch
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| You cannot change the fact the grimdown is here |