At the first sign it begins the terrible certainty the doubt consuming
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This time it simply must be it seems impossible to turn away now
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And it will hold on till the end
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So lift another page another life another day
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Just to escape the dreams you hold inside your mind
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The waves that crush the life of everything
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That you desire and leave you standing in blood
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Once the fear awakens it seems impossible to turn away now
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Into panic stricken it leaves you all alone
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To contemplation of all the ways the end will come
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Your eyes they will not save you now
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And to the truth you turn a deaf ear
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Swallowing anything to quell
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Placebo savior on your tongue
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To calm the pain falsely gave into self-invented death
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And as the chasm fills with ulcered blood and cements in the fear until the
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Next time
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Your senses seem unclear only one thing appears the prison safety that is your
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Own
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Quiet cold
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Quiet Cold
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| December |
