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SunkenForests hover like the sky over my skin. Rain was the cloud that kept me cleansed. Reason for the doubt and I still blame you. Your forgotten soul, you forgotten soul. Dream. Here we stand now like the blades of grass, cut in two by these hand that raped me as a child. Dream ... they blame me. It's been too much time, off the back of my hands. It's why you see you can't be a man. Open your eyes to see you're not the only one. It can't be that you're empty. Take from another point of view. Open your eyes. Come let us die. For it's noth worth this, your pride. Come start open your believing in something you're not deceiving. Open your eyes and see you're noth the only one. You can't see that you're empty. Raise your head and swear to become so aware. Open your eyes. Come let us die. |