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Preparing for your own death

You're sinking into the depths

...of feeling so addicted

to what is not permitted

Your curse is also your bless

Theres's nothing you don't possess here

There is too muck time to spent

and too much joy to rent

Now run! Stop looking behind!

Can't you see, you're running out of time

You're chasing a ghost,

you've doubled the cost

Would you dare to realize you're lost?

Now run! Stop looking behind!

Can't you see, you're running out of time

You're starting to see, you're staring to feel

That your fate will never be revealed

Tick-tock the moment's slipping

and all you do is thinking of glorious lost times

that seem like empty mines

Inventing your own trouble

An old man starts to mumble

'No risk now should be taken'

Your will becomes forsaken