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Haunted words Haunted mind Looking for something I cannot find Looking through the dark Is the hardest thing of all Trusting your instincts But waiting to fall I can the reaper At the edge of the clearing He knows what I know He knows what I'm fearing He walks over slowly Not looking at me But my surroundings Waiting to be free I try to run away In slow motion time I'm suffering the consequence Of a high crime Slipping through time Falling through nothing Tumbling through gravity But not even rushing This is punishment Enduring forever Forgetting the ending Never, never Still walking the reaper stands Alone in the trees disappearing He stands looking grim And looking leering His hooded cloak Ripples in the air The balances in his hand Are equal and fair I'm a goner with Nowhere left to hide Now he takes my hand And guides me through the night He's locked me in his chains It's already be an eternity I guess that's what's what happens When you have nowhere left to go Purgatory
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Purgatory
Haunted words Haunted mind Looking for something I cannot find Looking through the dark Is the hardest thing of all Trusting your instincts But waiting to fall I can the reaper At the edge of the clearing He knows what I know He knows what I'm fearing He walks over slowly Not looking at me But my surroundings Waiting to be free I try to run away In slow motion time I'm suffering the consequence Of a high crime Slipping through time Falling through nothing Tumbling through gravity But not even rushing This is punishment Enduring forever Forgetting the ending Never, never Still walking the reaper stands Alone in the trees disappearing He stands looking grim And looking leering His hooded cloak Ripples in the air The balances in his hand Are equal and fair I'm a goner with Nowhere left to hide Now he takes my hand And guides me through the night He's locked me in his chains It's already be an eternity I guess that's what's what happens When you have nowhere left to go Purgatory
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
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