The Body of the beast
Im getting to deep
Its getting to steep
Can't keep up
Im gonna fall
Roll down the hill
Blood rushing down my face
Will i be ok
Im falling apart more and more each day
It doesnt help when you say, it will be ok
How am i suppost to have hope when hope doesnt exist
Im getting to far into the belly of the beast
hope earased life repeats
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