This lack of will your fall
As time stands still you ponder more
There's no way out as your blood hits hits the floor
You've built this throne I've made you blind
Thoughts of changing you come to my mind
I have these other thoughts
Achieved to end your life with mine
Now you beg for your deprogram
Your tears begin to stain
This rope which holds you tight
My apathy now becomes your pain
As the clock begins to move
This lack of will your fall (4x)
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