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Release, I grant you permission |
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Immerse, submerse, submerge and rise |
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Emerge to snatch one's last breath |
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Hydra-lung will deaden the cries |
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It is time to make the transition |
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You were never one to abide |
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Absurdly ignored premonition |
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Now let the struggle subside |
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This - the knife that has skewered my heart |
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This - the flowing river of blood |
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This - the morbid thought in my head |
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This - the crimson stain in my bed |
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My heart bleeds for your confession |
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The truth, the youth, a kiss goodbye |
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To covet the lasting impression |
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The river's slaughter swallows your pride |
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The current consumes the almighty |
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I must confess the tide will soon rise |
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Drowning your thoughts of escape |
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How foolish of you to surmise |
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This - the knife that has skewered my heart |
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This - the flowing river of blood |
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This - the morbid thought in my head |
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This - the crimson stain in my bed |
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This thing that crawls from inside me |
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Expanding, stretching my sanity |
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This - way things have to turn out to be |
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There's no sun, left in your eyes to see... |
