| And the smell coming from behind the trees makes me sick
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| It brings flash backs from the past haunting me
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| Reddish gold and silver
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| A hint of rust and blood
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| My eyes, they burn, from the dying embers once known as me
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| They suffocate, the dying embers once known as me
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| I can’t make out the names on the wall
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| They’re rusted and covered with blood
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| And the smell coming from behind the trees makes me sick
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| It brings flash backs from the past haunting me
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| Take my hands
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| Force feed me trauma
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| Take my hands and nail them together
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| Take all that I see
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| And force feed me trauma
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| As the candle light fades my hands are nailed together
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| Force fed trauma (Force fed trauma)
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| Force fed trauma (Force fed trauma)
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| Take all that I see
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| And force feed me trauma
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| As the candle light fades (As the candle light fades)
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| My hands are nailed together
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| My eyes burn
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| One last kiss from my sweet sarin
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| Force fed trauma (Force fed trauma)
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| Force fed trauma (Force fed trauma)
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| Like a thousand plagues over my soul |