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Is this the place I've been living in?
No breathers or bodies around...
trapped inside these walls, trembling... (I'll stay here)
I hear you calling, from the furthest end of the world, questioning.
Don't tell me that...
If the greatest divide is my heart from my mind,
Then a copy and shadow of life is all I'll leave behind,
to a never-ending night.
I hear you calling, from the furthest end of the world, questioning.
Don't tell me that the truth demands a wound.
I can't keep up with you.
Wade through the whispers, of the drunken pleas, aimed at a face unseen,
And you'll stumble, too, on the wreckage (on the wreckage)... I'll stay here
I hear you calling, from the furthest end of the world, questioning. (questioning)
Don't tell me that the truth demands a wound. (that the truth demands a wound)
I can't keep up with you...





