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Salvation's Passed I think I'm getting sick I can feel the cold in my bones; Where does our past go? It leaves us, lost and alone I don't want to be a part of this universal mind because if I lose control two fucking worlds will collide Stagnation is the game of the day Salvation is a thought that passed away dripping through the cracks is the rain that washes sin collected in the fountain of the Unforgiven I feel it spilling out all that I have recently eaten so strong, so violent so bruised, so beaten the moon turns red the color in my head it's everything I've said Stagnation is the game of the day Salvation's but a thought so far away I can't last another day They see me and they're disgusted imagine what I think of them they glare with glossy eyes I slowly begin to grin it makes their life interesting my sickness comes again so strong, so violent my cleansing of their sin Stagnation is the game of the day Saalvation is a thought that passed away |
Additional Notes:
This was yet another of mine that was turned into a song. It starts out slow and then builds
up at the end of the second verse.
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