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Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending i'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
Past has found its place salvation is no more will god accept my peace bleached will pardon me reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending i'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
Cocooned in misery
I'm sick and tired of embracing reflections of past time receive me or cast me away
...god please take me away
Resistance futile suicidal ideas i will crucify my own being satisfy selfish needs fuck the deities justify my own right to what's waiting for me
On the other side the time has come lock and load i'm coming i'm coming i'm coming i'm coming home
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending i'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want it
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending i'm lost in
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want it
Maker take the body don't want it wants me
I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
Cocooned in misery
The darkness overcomes soul soars to the other plain
Existence past the door i sail through purgatory's bay
I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in god's hands death blooming
Dark for fear of failure an inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting roiling hate death grip in my veins unveiling rancid petals flowering forth foul nectar the space between a blink and a tear
...death blooms.
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