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It's the bends. It's always the bends. You don't see them But they're coming. They're always coming No matter where: High or low, Near or far. Nowhere is impossible for them to reach They're coming. The cars. They zoom past at the speed of light. You will never see them But they're coming. They're The last sound you'll hear, A sudden loud honk And you'll drop dead. That's how death will sound like, yes, A loud honk. Oh, do you hear The other sounds? Hear all the people Screaming, yelling, Even the quiet ones, Hahahaha... Silently mocking you. Prepare yourself, Brace yourself. RUN. Hear that? Oh look, you're breathing's getting Faster and Faster and Faster. You're going to die, mate. Going. To. Die. Run. Run. Run. But oh wait, You can't Oh here it is, This is how you die: Heart beats faster, Lungs expand quicker, Vision goes blurry. Remember the bends... Remember the people... If they know, They will tell the psychiatrist. The psychiatrist must never know. No, no, no... They'll **** you. Wipe your brain clean. Everyone will be gone. You don't want that. No, psychiatrist... no... No.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
**** Broke the Freak Streak
It's the bends. It's always the bends. You don't see them But they're coming. They're always coming No matter where: High or low, Near or far. Nowhere is impossible for them to reach They're coming. The cars. They zoom past at the speed of light. You will never see them But they're coming. They're The last sound you'll hear, A sudden loud honk And you'll drop dead. That's how death will sound like, yes, A loud honk. Oh, do you hear The other sounds? Hear all the people Screaming, yelling, Even the quiet ones, Hahahaha... Silently mocking you. Prepare yourself, Brace yourself. RUN. Hear that? Oh look, you're breathing's getting Faster and Faster and Faster. You're going to die, mate. Going. To. Die. Run. Run. Run. But oh wait, You can't Oh here it is, This is how you die: Heart beats faster, Lungs expand quicker, Vision goes blurry. Remember the bends... Remember the people... If they know, They will tell the psychiatrist. The psychiatrist must never know. No, no, no... They'll **** you. Wipe your brain clean. Everyone will be gone. You don't want that. No, psychiatrist... no... No.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
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