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steps are like sonar, sent through these hollow floors

bouncing off of souls, knocking on spirits' doors



breathes of the patient, sent through these hollowed halls

waiting for the one, that would come to reveal them all



collecting splinters in my feet

i dont feel a pinch

they say feeling greater..pain

..drowns lesser beneath



i see what they mean



how could so much red, appear in so much brown

without a single stain on the ground



floorwood keeping fragrence, need not pause long enough

but if u want to see more, all you have to do is stop





steps are like sonar, sent through these hollow floors

bouncing off of souls, knocking on spirits' doors



breathes of the patient, sent through these hollowed halls

love song, death tones, violence, silence

waiting for the one, that would come to reveal them



collecting splinters in my feet

i dont feel a pinch

they say feeling greater..pain

...makes lesser obsolete



i see what they mean

i see what they mean

tell you story

may you be set free