| Something’s not right, can’t put your mind at rest.
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| Uncomfortable emptiness.
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| That sinking feeling inside your chest.
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| I’m right over your shoulder, lingering around every corner.
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| Waiting, watching, wondering who is next.
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| You can’t run from me.
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| You can’t hide don’t try.
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| You can’t run from me.
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| RUN, RUN, RUN… But I will find you and I will tear you apart.
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| I AM DEATH, I am the ultimate.
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| Rest assured that there is nothing beyond this.
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| No matter who, no matter how, you all will end up where you belong;
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| under the ground.
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| Most cannot handle
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| it.
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| The thought, the fear, the threat.
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| The idea of only one last breath.
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| My hands embrace your throat; |
| you begin to let go.
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| Left with only my cold caress.
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| Fading in and out, you try to scream and shout, but words they won’t come out.
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| SHOUT, SHOUT, SHOUT… But I’m not
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| listening.
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| No, I’m not listening.
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| I am death, I AM THE ULTIMATE.
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| Rest assured that there is nothing beyond this.
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| No matter who, no matter how, you all will end up where you belong;
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| under the ground.
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| I am the constant, the inevitable.
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| A pattern that repeats over and over… |