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I'm dry mouthed and wide eyed |
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my liver starts to pulsate |
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it feels like blades have internal reckoning |
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a mass confusion of sorts springs |
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from whence it came gurgling |
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i have been taken for a fool for the, |
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the last time |
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i need oxygen my limbs feel as if |
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they're icing over |
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my pulse quickens and is constricting |
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every reason holds temporary thoughts of it |
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what I've begun to feel |
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but my tainted mind has different plans for me |
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in decision takes seconds off my time |
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vision turns to red |
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i stand lurched to one side with |
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odds against me contemplating |
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im fading faster after every thought |
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is registered |
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I've never choked on a scream |
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or ever thought i would |
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hands cool to the touch |
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clamber for a respective positive |
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if they'll ever take me alive |
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that moment lies in wake |
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I'd give anything for that moment |
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it's like waiting for incoming tide |
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burn me alive |
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anything but this mutagen |
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death from inside |
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i can feel everything inside me wither, |
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wither and die |
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a certain gravity is holding onto my skin tight |
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coherence left it's imprint |
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the round around me softens |
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i can still feel a will to live, will to live |
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but my eyes will not grant the access |
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it's colder that before |
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it comes to shape, comes to shape |
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i tried to get out alive with out variable |
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but that seemed so song ago |
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its seems years ago |
