| In the end, everything is said. A state of mind one can only regret. | |
| Touch truth but only skim perfection. Plunge beyond this painful deception. | |
| There is a way for it all to happen, a riverbed where everything can flow. | |
| Harsh memories scattered around, no promise on which to bestow | |
| This world, a burden of pain | |
| Asphyxiate this sickening state | |
| Straight ahead to the place we belong. Looking back, it all seems so wrong. | |
| There must be a way for us to see, and dive past each miscalculation. | |
| Fear is the stone cold murdurer, the rampant virus contaminating | |
| This world, a burden of pain | |
| Asphyxiate to recreate |
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