| Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. |
| Consider youself fortunate
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| for the rest.
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| Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled.
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| Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is merely a thing
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| of fact.
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| While your sleeping I"m plotting a way to end this night.
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| I"ll shout down the moon and keep the sun at bay.
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| Four chimes and an empty bed remind me I"m still here.
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| Don"t sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins.
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| Sleep in. This rest we dream forever.
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| Remember the day we never lived.
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| Dispatched sunshine to a darkened fate, a darkened fate, a darkened fate.
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| Some of us were meant to hurt.
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| Without the light of day to remind us all of the breath we struggle so hard to find.
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| As every shallow breath escapes few and far between, I find myself just praying
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| for the courage to drag the jagged glass across our wrists and necks.
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| Some of us were meant to hurt.
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| Discover a new way of dying, everyday constantly dying.
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| Five chimes and a blood soaked bed reminds me it"s time to go.
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| Disgust is a bitter taste that coats this tongue as I rip it from my mouth,
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| there will
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| be no screaming tonight just a silent goodbye and a note on the mirror.
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| Sleep. |
| This is for the hopeless, the lonesome.
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| Somewhere, there"s a bed for us all.
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| This is my escape, it"s not the right choice but it"s mine.
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| It"s mine.
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| I just can"t stand the thought of another sunrise with no eyes, don"t sleep.
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| Don"t sleep. |