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Flying


Endless flying, always fallen I can feel your sickness, calling Rise above this, lost in darkness You can see that this is not bliss Spoon fed poison, forced abortion You would make me not a person Scattered skies, chock full of lies Tear filled pool made up of cries In the distance, there is no chance Nothing makes a bit of difference Repeat my words, twisted, wicked That is not at all what I said Bring me so low, I did not know Where the fuck did all my friends go No more dreaming, so long sleeping It’s like I’ve sunken past the deep end No more will, I’ve lost my way There’s nothing left for me to say I’m always falling, endless flying I can feel this sickness, dying.
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