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Swallowed down. Is this my last stairway? |
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Still I feel a needle through my flesh |
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That brings smoke, it bars the view |
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Cleaning remorse out of me |
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Pure denying |
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I became a survivor |
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At one with these spires that feed me on |
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My own shelter for cold stung my face |
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Yet I can't, I won't move |
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Snake of God, have mercy on me |
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What's left behind for me? |
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Choose my path, gather my past |
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Wash it away with lenient venom |
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Forever grateful |
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Of keeping me warm |
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Do what you will |
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Shut my eyes |
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Draw my soul up |
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And start again |
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Snake of God, have mercy |
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Snake of God, have mercy |
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Snake of God, have mercy |
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Snake of God, have mercy |
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Wires feeding and snaring together |
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But it's all I ever had |
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I am a survivor |
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I am at one with these spires |
