Still it came passing by
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The pieces weaved together rose the sun
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And fooled me with another day
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The knocking message called for my life
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Sealed the spell of my scrawny body
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Soil to skin, my next of kin
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Damp air grasped, stole the words
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And greeted me with a hiss
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This is forgiveness, so I know
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Once I repent I seal the lid
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I slither for you and I'm dying
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I find trust in hate
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They wear white for me
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Seemingly jaded and lost
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I forge myself into your dreams
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And here I am your life
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Hangman, clutching at his tools
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I will come for you
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The noose is tied
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Murmur through the crowd
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Plunging into anywhere but here
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Cloak-captured sighs of relief
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As the primal touch brought me back
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And the last sight I did see is still here
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Beckoning right behind me
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White Cluster
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| Opeth |
