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Slipping Away
Feel everything is circumstantial.
Realise the nonsense of exhaustiveness [existance?].
Start to put an end to this lost life.
Ain't no change for the better.
So i'll choose it from [death]
Memories been [blessed] this one day.
Take the tears and the pain.
My soul i sell to prolong.
Don't tell me.
Koro:
Bury the pain, as i bury the knife in my body.
Slowly slipping away, to another dimension [of virtue]
Koro
My soul is slippin' away in vain.
A man greets me from the other side.
"welcome to hell."
"me? my name is death."
So please forgive this heart.
And these dreams that you've felt.
Don't tell me.
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