These hallways are emptier than the space between galaxies
I need to breathe but there's no air in a place thats sealed with flames
I can't sleep in the pitch dark these rooms are our tombs
I can hear every sound you ever made but your never even near
The writing on these walls are our instructions for destruction
Close your eyes its better not to see whats ahead of me
If you move forward then you'll trip and fall so walk these lines
Hope for the best and expect the worst can you hear the ship sink
I have no feeling except disgust at hearts and homely eyes
Turn your heads away I don't want it to end here
I'll fall to my knees so you'll deliver the final blows
My hands tremble to your voices and indirect inflections
I know what sweethearts really means and all your niceties
The force of breaking is the same of pencil lead and stones
Villages burn to the ground when your near
Even when its dark I can see behind me its only the forward that scares me
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