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The fields, dead and silent begin to rise up from the earth* |
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With their twisted appendages, suffocating all but myself. |
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A void of my own, floating in the clutches of my hand where I may pull at the strings |
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of time and torment those who constantly dig and claw at the back my skull. |
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Summoning Storms. Wishing these days will pass, Tearing the earth apart. |
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Reweaving the threads of time so that they can shelter these malformations of |
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mine. |
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Tear the fucking earth apart |
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Tormented and frail, I begin to destroy your dreams. one by one. |
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I am the destroyer of dreams. |
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Swallowing death, the sky cracks open and begins to flood, |
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Washing away my fears, I plunge into an eternal darkness. |
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in the pitch black depths, I drown. |
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I wait for nothing and time is my witness. Time is my witness. |
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A void of my own, floating in the clutches of my hand where I may pull at the |
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strings |
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of time and torment those who constantly dig and claw at the back my skull. |
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Summoning Storms. Wishing these days will pass, Tearing the earth apart. |
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Reweaving the threads of time so that they can shelter these malformations of |
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mine. |
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I call forth the sleepless skies |
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herding forth the endless nights |
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summoning storms to shatter the absent minds |
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show the world the pain and suffering my eyes have seen |