Images are painted in my head while nightmares disguise themselves as daydreams
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They're coming to get you
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They're coming to get you too
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This message will self destruct; intensify the situation simply by smiling back at the still lifes
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Still I wonder if they're stealing my breath
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Shadows dance in the corners of my mind
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The sound echoes through the halls of compromise
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We feed these parasites when we seek to gratify the moment
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Healer, heal us
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For we've turned our backs
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| Ethan Durelle |
