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Do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of?
It's life, the dark that binds you

Frightened by
Your own smell
Bitterness will
Run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left

Do you wish to sleep?
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you feel all infected?
It's life, the dark that binds you

Frightened by
Your own smell
Bitterness will
Run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left

It's the cowardice
That pulls you under
And takes you to the end
Where it begins

Release, the world is waiting
On your arrival
Close your eyes
As we witness another bullet ride

Do you know about atrocity?
Do you know that everybody's gone?
Do you know that you're on your own?
It's life, dark that binds you

Frightened by
Your own smell
Bitterness will
Run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left