.....and when the ocean washed me up onto you shore, was I then saved?
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Oh, loveable liar
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You whispered tales to me at night, but how come you never gave them voice?
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Staring into enticing darkness, you chose to close your eyes
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I could never have predicted this loss of self and time
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And I am crushed against your stone
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(Under the silence, the grinding silence)
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.....and yes, time will float by, but never will it heal a single wound
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You cannot remake this
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You grind me to dust with your pain
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Now, will you let me have mine?
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And you, still standing there, swept in your moth-eaten pride:
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I never wanted this to be
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I never wanted this
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And I am crushed against your stone
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(Under the silence, the grinding silence)
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The Grinding Silence
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| Madder Mortem |
