Fall into the flood of your awakening Drown. You're a trace of what I used to be Waging the battle fot the appreciation you'll never win Behold the army that will harken with open souls A tiny voice of pester softer than a drop of a pin And so naive thinking you were The source you told I was composing the begining before you had begun Where did you sharped such a tounge For the sound you spill I want the honour for the favour that I've already won Without the ignorant deduction That you reveal Give me the pain of somthing real No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising Give in a way that I can feel When you disgrace me I want to see your eyes burn Fall into the flood of your awakening Drown. You're a trace of what I used to be You wrote the words you couldn't Stomach manifesting with breath I read the thoughts you never Questions would show me your face If confrontation were to wake and Rear it's ugly head I get the feeling you'd be wanting it all erased This simple gossip is your only definition of life And what a vacant purpose taking it to your grave There is no threat of loss in Hearing the slant you cry Oh what a fool to think you fell On the mass you crave Give me the pain of somthing real No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising Give in a way that I can feel When you disgrace me I want to see your eyes burn Fall into the flood of your awakening Drown. You're a trace of what I used to be Awaken from the delusion of validity Awaken into the truth of how it used to be Wake up Fall into the flood of your awakening Drown. You're a trace of what I used to be Awaken
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