There are days when your mind
Is full of strange thoughts
Infected by mind disease
Your sick imagination
You are starting to feel
That you're falling down
Into the damp hollow
Deep enough
Your thoughts
Lead you astray
Now you're falling
Down and far away
Quelled mind
Senses have been swallowed
And you start to... start to...
to crawl
Into the hollow
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