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Shot down in the silence

All alone

Patience

Breath is coming

Questions

Burning fire is running

Dark horizons 

The answer parrot

So far just a vision

So close to tarrot

Nothing comes from a dry well

And you might just as well

Be hanging from a short line

And i know, you're fine you're fine you're fine

Nine until your first step

For the past six years all i am is tripped

It's foaming at the cut

A disease but i know i'm almost out

Shot down in the silence

All alone

Patience

Breath is coming

Questions

Burning fire is running

Dark horizons 

The answer parrot

So far just a vision

Just want to forget

And the skin

I can feel my own

So close

My only home

So crouding

I hate myself

I can't get out 

Almost out

Almost out

Almost out