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Broken words stumble off my lips, littering your mind with hollow truth / Everything is fine, really, I'm just confused / Breathing in my sweet release, all I need is to be free /Memories made of searing flame, pierce my soul with deadly aim / The slow burn of defeat, ashes fall as I weep / Inside this abyss, the embers of my core drift away, torturing my solid state / This pain is real, make no mistake /A prey to grief, I seek the shelter of expiration, the cataclysm of my desperation / My will to fight consumed by apathy, the familiar taste of failure returns to the back of my throat / My dissolving hope leaves a transparent heart, driving emptiness through these veins / Now the fall of the curtain is creeping near, as this misery erases all my fear