pouring through the years
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with(?) invisibility
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jackals cower with their light
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rotting down ??? sight
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golden moments all to rare
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loose their feeling and their faith
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turning courage into fear
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decomposing as you stare
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spin around there's no one there
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???ing into dust
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pulling me under-
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ground into a place
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where there is no air to breathe
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pressing down (deep?) into the mire
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and it's suffocating thought
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gaining ground
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towering over
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chasing me
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through my mind
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drowning me
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again
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Two Sick Sisters
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| Pale Saints |
