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Fear (instrumental by FALLEN)
Fears speak into my ears
Leave me and they might clear
Or they might attack as I push em back
But they do not quit so long as I resist
Here I sit as I watch and wait
And they play the tape as I concentrate
They knock the gate as I lost the page
And I wash away like I'm lost in hate
Whispering lies with all the tricks
I witness the crime through my eye lids
I picture a time I was fine within
Just a kid before trauma hit..
Was I the cause of it and I'm not calming down
when karma comes will it put me down?
I wanted out but too late now
Don't ask me how..
Open my eyes and let light flood in
Taught to love myself like another friend
What would they say when they see my face
Would they look away or help hold the pain?
It hurts in ways that I don't understand
But I hold it close with both my hands
Like an overdose this wasn't in the plan
Like I see the coast, running out of land
This is the moment my motive to live
In the freedom of feeling and all that it gives
And I see what it is and I see what its not
See what I'm thinking like shadows on cloth
This is the moment my motive to live
In the freedom of feeling and all that it gives
And I see what it is and I see what its not
See what I'm thinking like shadows on cloth
Leave me and they might clear
Or they might attack as I push em back
But they do not quit so long as I resist
Here I sit as I watch and wait
And they play the tape as I concentrate
They knock the gate as I lost the page
And I wash away like I'm lost in hate
Whispering lies with all the tricks
I witness the crime through my eye lids
I picture a time I was fine within
Just a kid before trauma hit..
Was I the cause of it and I'm not calming down
when karma comes will it put me down?
I wanted out but too late now
Don't ask me how..
Open my eyes and let light flood in
Taught to love myself like another friend
What would they say when they see my face
Would they look away or help hold the pain?
It hurts in ways that I don't understand
But I hold it close with both my hands
Like an overdose this wasn't in the plan
Like I see the coast, running out of land
This is the moment my motive to live
In the freedom of feeling and all that it gives
And I see what it is and I see what its not
See what I'm thinking like shadows on cloth
This is the moment my motive to live
In the freedom of feeling and all that it gives
And I see what it is and I see what its not
See what I'm thinking like shadows on cloth
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