sirens scream a tune of panic.
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heartbeats rival the speed at which the pistons are pushing the engine.
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dispatched to the aid of black despondency.
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life has left the body,
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and barely lingers somewhere in the grey matter.
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faces pale with the knowledge of whys and hows.
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it's haunting to know that life can beat you down with such great ease.
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confirming those things that you have tried to ignore.
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compelling you to bathe in your despair.
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bankrupt on the fact that you have no power over your disposition.
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like a (great)ghost that speaks breathy in your ear.
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it's a common theme but one we cant discount.
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let's bring aid to those not fervent enough to help themselves.
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raise a flag of hope, that there is a brilliant tomorrow.
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A Tune Of Panic
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
