Collapsing are the walls
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that used to protect me
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Ground under my feet cracks
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My universe is imploding
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Since my star died
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Or was it me that ceased to burn?
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A black hole
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Is what's left of my world
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Now crushed
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Solid, as compressed
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A chaos attracting chaos
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I run but can not flee
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I carry this core inside of me
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[Lead: Allenmark]
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Under the debris
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There's still life but for how long?
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I Hear no rescue squads
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They can't hear my silent screams
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Or does this have to be;
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I deserve to die?
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Mi9s-grown fate can't be stopped
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It's harvest-time
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And I did invite The Reaper
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To help me with the crop
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I used to be an observing satellite
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Sent here without a task
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Collecting images
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That I'd never supply
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When a lost satellite
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crashes and burns
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No one cries
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We only know our own world
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And can't do otherwise
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I blame no one
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But wish that I, on this ship
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Had dared to believe
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The navigator has always been me
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Under the debris
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There's still life but for how long?
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I hear no rescue squads
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They can't hear my silent screams
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Under The Debris
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| Anata |
