In this shadow, I shrink and it knows
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I can't move. It is making me cold.
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And it grows in my stomach like mold.
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It keeps me just sick enough to stay home.
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Kill the lights. Curtains cover closed blinds.
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Build a wall of stone and steel that will never come down.
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Let the dust colonize just like James the first.
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There will be no blood this time.
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In silence, I'm yours. Twice dead-bolt the doors.
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I've been followed by a face marked with pain.
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It came close once and he just learned my name.
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Every day he grows taller, he looks down at my heart,
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and through my throat, he could reach in and pull me apart.
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It gets worse when he contacts my eyes.
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He can see right through to everything that blackened my veins
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and his sounds resonate up and down,
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like a march through me, this battlefield,
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there's just not much left, so silence the rest.
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In this shadow, I shrink and it knows
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I can't move, I can't sleep.
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Terrified by my own bloodshot eyes.
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So, I'll wait here and pray.
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I prayed that I was all wrong about prayer.
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And I do know that this is truly tired.
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It still grows in my stomach like mold.
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It keeps me just sick enough to stay home, all alone.
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In My Stomach
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| Alkaline Trio |
