Time
Why must it fly so slow
Waiting
Is something that's easy for you
Pull the plug
Send it down the drain
Pain
Is easy to get used to
What's in me, is in you
What's got me, has got you
And everything told, must come true
Pretending to be real
Forgetting who you are
Sin
Is always at my door
Slice the vein
Blood spilled on the floor
Light shining in my eyes
Death greets me with a smile
Pain
So much pain
Pain
So much pain...
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