Whisper something to me so I can hear your voice
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I’m pushing you away, my will be done, it is my choice
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You sing to me in inky black with tendrils flailing wildly
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Yet I remain in solid stone, no force on earth will move me
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Why does it seem that all is slipping further from me?
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I build and build and reaching up my arms can not reach anything
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Give me something, anything
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Why is it bleak and barren
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Don’t I deserve the world after building building building?
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You dangle happiness before me yet keep it out of reach
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My well is dry and still I try to fill it up I seek and seek and seek
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Nothing lasts except the empty swallowing my soul
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But I will rise above this world and I will fill my holes
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my heart and soul belong to me, I am my own
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My own my own
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I am a fire
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I eat the world and defecate the shell
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The Pig
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