The Lake
At the base of the waterfall
A river runs into the blood red lake
Voices of the sirens call from below
They're singing comforting words
Their word turn to strings wrapping around those willing to listen
Dragging them down into the dark abyss
There are no heroes the only one able to save you
Is yourself, you have the power to turn and walk away
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