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Listen to the step taking you further towards something you know will make your agony sustain |
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Against your own knowledge the sound and smells react like repulsive hits to your mind |
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You harden as it gets closer, preparing yourself |
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You harden as it gets closer, preparing yourself |
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The decay of it all is overwhelming |
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Surrounded by it all it's hard to keep the guard up, swallow the anger |
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Like running into a wall voluntary, head first |
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As time decays your inside, your weakness grows |
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Tired ripples that grows without control |
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The decay of it all is overwhelming |
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Closely following your desperate attempt of denial |
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The hold witch makes the pain flow free |
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It tastes your squandering twitches |
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Like a foul thought that just wont leave your mind |
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Strangely it hits you like a surprise every time |
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Like pebbles of tears, your eyes cry |
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The familiar sense of reprisals |
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Been here before, welcome to decya |
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Eaten from inside, ready to suffer again |
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My soul will not take anymore of the agony to come |
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Been here before, welcome to decya |
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Eaten from inside, ready to suffer again |
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The sarcastic look of the hordes passing you by |
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Like faces of smoke they shape to the thing you fear the most |
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The decay of it all is overwhelming |
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Pulsating, inside of it all |
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Swarming through your whole being |
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Black holes, like denial in a wake world |
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The taste of it all |
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What to become in the end? |
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Is there an answer to it all? |
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Can it be won? |
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Will it be conquered? |
