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Only the creaks can be heard in the cycle of apathy.
Voices that cannot become words run through the soul.
Pain that cannot be eased covers the sky.
Longing to be drenched, touching the dark waters.
All the greed feels like loss, I just laying down...
Lost in greed.
Everything seems constant, denying change...
All, I deny Even the air will stop at this point...
All will change.
Like the only choice left is to breath.
These desert wastelands will be reformed by the wind,
will be remade by our hand.
Drops of water that seldom fall form a pool of whispers,
tainting our lives forever.
The nervous system swings,
searching for ease in these hands.
Deep down in the dark ocean, I wait for the light.
The answers that were frozen slowly start to malt.
Emotions that burst become a signal for the path.
The ornamention cracks and falls apart.
Only creaks can be heard in the cycle of apathy.
Voices that cannot become words run through the soul.
Pain that cannot be eased covers the sky.
Creating a new motion, fingernails leave aclaw mark.
As I crawl into this light

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Crystal Lake/CLEAVE - It Begins With "F", Never Ends With Death

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