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Undertow
life's like a bleak winter wasteland
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of pooling blood
its Silent here in this place
the darkness of night beats back memory
of hope on horizon rising
i used to dance through daydreams
of joy and beauty and peace
now all i do is sleepwalk through nightmares
the Silence screams ruthless condemnation
Death's demands blessedly whispered
for all my imagined sins, atone
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of cooling blood
and i surrender to the undertow
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of pooling blood
its Silent here in this place
the darkness of night beats back memory
of hope on horizon rising
i used to dance through daydreams
of joy and beauty and peace
now all i do is sleepwalk through nightmares
the Silence screams ruthless condemnation
Death's demands blessedly whispered
for all my imagined sins, atone
so i paint myself an ocean
with crimson splashes of cooling blood
and i surrender to the undertow
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