the forcing walla are closing in
and the sky is still descending
the price for a life in sin
is beyond repair and mending
he can see it in the eyes
where life is slowly fading
it's not worth it to be nice
to a voice that's so evading
he pulls the trigger of his gun
the voice is so degrading
petrified he tries to run
the words reverberating...
he hears chanting choirs and voices at night
they're raging like fires but speaking so light
he wants to kill the past
to be alone at last
he takes a step into the brain
little there remaining
dissolving in the frozen rain
the voice is disengaging
he hears chanting choirs and voices at night
they're raging like fires but speaking so light
he wants to kill the past
to be alone at last
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