| The, fields, dead and silent, begin to rise up from the earth
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| With their, twisted, appendages, suffocating all but myself
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| A void of my own
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| Floating in the clutches of my hand where I may pull at the strings
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| Of time, and torment those who constantly
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| Dig and claw at the back my skull
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| Summoning Storms
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| Wishing these days will pass, tearing the earth apart
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| Reweaving the threads of time
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| So that they can shelter these malformations of mine
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| Tear the fucking earth apart!
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| Tormented and frail, I begin to destroy your dreams
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| One by one
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| I am, the destroyer of dreams
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| I am, the destroyer of dreams
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| Swa-llow-ing death
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| The sky cracks open and begins to flood
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| Washing away, my, fears
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| I plunge into an eternal darkness
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| In the, pitch black depths, I drown
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| I wait for nothin
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| And time is my witness, time is my witness
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| A void of my own
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| Floating in the clutches of my hand where I may pull at the strings
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| Of time, and torment those who constantly
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| Dig and claw at the back my skull
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| Summoning Storms
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| Wishing these days will pass, tearing the earth apart
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| Reweaving the threads of time
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| So that they can shelter these malformations of mine
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| I call forth the sleepless skies
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| Herding forth the endless nights
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| Summoning storms, to shatter the absent minds
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| Show the world the pain and suffering, my eyes have seen! |