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Staring down into the depths |
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Subconscious has taken my life |
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Breathing this foul and dank air |
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Eyes cannot penetrate the light |
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No room to panic or move |
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I pray my death will come soon. |
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My sorrows are breeding on my fear. |
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The tombs of 1000 lie near, |
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Soon to diminish am |
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I?Lying here, minutes from my death |
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The nausea breeds on my fear |
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Calling to the victims of fate |
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The dead cannot answer my calls. |
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My body falls to the depths |
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And darkness has engraved my mind... |
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No visions or solution |
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Gagged for air, deeper below |
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I sink... |
