I cry and my eyes spill blood onto the floor.
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Acheron flows in silence,
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And the noise intensifies my pain.
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No will to speak.
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Not even enough hope left to weep. Anymore:
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I travel on through the noise,
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Searching for relief.
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Distorting my mind.
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Only when intoxication distorts is the time I can laugh,
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When clear I laugh only through scorn.
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For I have seen of the blackest,
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And each sight hath taken from me.
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Such misery:
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Such sorrow:
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Such desolation:
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Such death:and I've travelled for it in times of silence.
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Close to death so many times.
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When my hope's been shattered,
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When my anger's been unbound.
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And my torn soul has cried out for death.
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Killing myself through constant abuse,
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But I have always awoken,
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My scars still bleeding,
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And the noise it still carries on:
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[Music - Greg. Winter 1993/94]</i>
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[Lyrics - Greg. Winter 1993]</i>
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The Noise Of Depression
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