| Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them,
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| Cloud your vision,
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| Make everyone disappear,
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| There’s still time to wake up,
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| Get out while you still can… Speak. |
| (Get out, while you still, can)
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| This mud, is too thick to see through,
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| The stiches are coming out,
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| The wounds won’t heal.
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| Is this embedded status permanent?
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| So, I’m fearing…
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| The worst is yet to come,
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| Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
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| Close your eyes for awhile,
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| Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
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| This mud is too thick to see through,
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| The stitches are coming out,
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| The wounds won’t heal themselves,
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| Is this embedded status permanent?
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| So… I’m… fearing…
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| The worst is yet to come,
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| Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
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| Close your eyes for awhile,
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| Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
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| These words have slipped again,
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| Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them.
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| Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
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| These shoulders are too weak to carry any more,
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| My will is too weak to carry on.
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| The worst is yet to come,
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| Days are getting shorter. |
| (Shorter!)
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| Close your eyes for awhile,
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| Rest a little longer. |
| (Longer!!!)
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| The Worst Is Yet To Come,
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| Days are getting shorter. |