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Panic.

Rest, there's nothing left but to sleep. Rest, there's nothing left but to sleep. You remain captive inside a tomb. A shell bearing the heart and soul. Hollow, worn, and growing weak. Everyday we're growing weak as; Pale eyes carry light from within. We can't exit life as it is. Frail bones cracked, digging in. Breathing life into disease again. Swiftly it die, everything crumbles; a landslide. Panic of the mind, all feeling subside. Evils unseen, flooding lives; fear clings, death sings. Begging on our knees for one moment of peace. Why can't I feel this? Why is this consuming me? Why can’t I feel this? What is this haunting me? We're all trying to feel something more than this. We're all dying to feel more human than this. A wretched world spins 'round, The spark of life is crushed inside our chests. Defenseless to the grips of time. So rest, and drift cured eternally. Rest. You'll remain captive inside a tomb Pale eyes carry light from within. Smother life inside our chest. Weep. Weep. Weep. Weep.
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