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Hits the chest like a freight train

Kills the mind and kills the brain

I feel the tension fill the room

It turns to light it turns to fuel

I feel the heat coming in

The cries for help never win

We getting deeper to the core

I smell the rain coming down

Beneath a shovel load

Rusty nails start to break out

Hollywood starts to show out

They let the dogs loose

In the dead of night

Will I make it out alive?

Wings don't you fail me now

Wings don't you fail me,

'cause I need to roam