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Follow, all the words I've swallowed
Into the backrooms, with locks and shackles
Leave it to forget
Buried in the back
Never paid the rent
Settled, with dusty armour
No sign of life here
A sea unchartered
Left unaware
Like distant air
It whispers again
But the falling dark
Can't hide the scent
Or the screaming voice in the distant air
And the firing squad
Is aimed to kill
When the distant air whispers my guilt
Somewhere, the gun has fired
And I'm running faster
Though my will is tired
They'll throw out the net
No second chance
No going back
Static, spreading like infection here
The hunters, tracking down the scent of fear
Is this, is this the end
It's slipping from my grasp
But the falling dark
Can't hide the scent
Or the screaming voice in the distant air
And the firing squad
Is aimed to kill
When the distant air whispers my guilt
