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Curing the itch and a curl in the toes
Dissonance leaving, these curses proposed
Lost in a loop, grinding the days
Still, yet life-like; the perfect decay.
Breath on the neck, the chill to decor
Haunting in silence as my eyes meet the floor
Wasting these days has built up in a haze
A failing disgrace of what's left in this place
And you want to wake up this ancient feeling
You want to wake up
Oh so familiar
I keep waking to the sound of nothing
Emptied soul ricocheting my ribs
The panic declines, the dread commences
towards the built up fences surrounding me
I keep waking to the sound of nothing
It's bringing nothing but pain
And it's all the same to me
My emptied soul ricocheting bruising my ribs
The panic declines, the dread commences
towards the built up fences surrounding me
