Death is waiting at my door
Wandering to get along my skin

And whispers at my ears that leave alone
The place that my surrender wears my soul
One rope in this seclusion keeps my eyes
In contact with the outside, my own hands

I feel dirt falling down my face
Filling up my cage

And whispers at my ears that leave alone
The place that my surrender wears my soul
One rope in this seclusion keeps my eyes
In contact with the outside, my own hands

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