All Will Wither
Wormrot
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The sound of the slow-paced harmony
I ache and fear
The discomfort speech drilling my spine
The master instructs me to follow my instincts
Down over my head
Silence
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Nothing unpleasant has yet been said
Awaits the manipulating self
Easier to deal with anger and shame
Come the shadows
Drown the whispers
All will wither
So I leave this place that makes you ill