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Taste the colors that run over you |
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A touch of gray that numbs the mind |
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Left me for dead it fills my head "Locked in here for good!" she said. |
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Grip the dark that funnels dimmest light |
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It turns my scream into a whisper. |
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My thoughts scream through me |
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No way this could be |
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Nothing left to see. |
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Silence will become the death of me |
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In my head they speak in tongues |
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Tear at my skin it never ends |
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No words can save the shape |
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I'm in. My thoughts scream through me |
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No way this could be |
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Nothing left to see. (I think I see the light) |
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My thoughts scream through me |
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No way this could be |
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Nothing left to see. |