| I feel cursed, who cast this spell?
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| I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality
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| I feel the melting, this can’t be real
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| I feel I’m melting and I’m almost gone
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| I sense my excistance, becoming smaller
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| I sense the creation of me…
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| I’m like water in the desert sand
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| I feel infected, my heart still pounds
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| I can’t quench this thirst of mine
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| I still bleed, it’s not a good sign
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| I sense my excistance, growing shorter
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| I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller
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| Going in reverse…
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| My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance
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| No hope of survival, no escape from extinction
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| I feel chosen to take the beating
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| I’m uncapable to move an inch
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| A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof
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| I can’t clutch this mess I’m in
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| I sense…
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| My world…
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| …Becoming…
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| My world… |