| Drained and weak I lay to rest
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| These years have not been fine to me
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| Empty rooms and echoing halls
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| Withering fingers clawing on the walls
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| Colder
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| This place is slowly turning colder
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| Smoulder
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| From ash to dust, nothing more
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| No forgiveness can reach me now
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| I am beyond this world somehow
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| In the room of waiting and no return
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| That place where forever is set to burn
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| Breathing only as an act of spite
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| Fighting off that final wall of sleep
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| Colder
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| This place is slowly turning colder
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| Smoulder
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| From ash to dust, nothing more |