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    Waiting for that final day, I get the unmarked grave
    So here's my last reward for years of suffering
    Too blind to tell
    I sank this fatal knife in myself

    Buried alive with my thoughts long ago
    Suburban mausoleum I once called home
    No doors and no windows allowed
    Surviving on whispers and rumors for now
    See all these places that I used to know
    Withered and crumbling memories made of stone
    What's left but the deafening sound
    Of emptiness filling the air all around?

    The stars I used to believe in
    Nothing but satellites, uninspiring machines
    (Deceived)

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    Waiting for that final day, I get the unmarked grave
    So here's my last reward for years of suffering
    Too blind to tell
    I sank this fatal knife in myself
    Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy
    With zero volunteers to carry me away
    Too blind to tell
    I sank this fatal knife in myself

    Always a sucker for heart-wrenching hope
    But somehow terrified that I'll die alone
    My fault not wanting to be found
    Hide and seek champion, three decades down
    Lack of attention, I'm starved to the bone
    A self-inflicted kind of tragic syndrome
    Autopsy shows nothing resounds
    In my head, the echoes have all faded out

    The stars I used to believe in
    Nothing but satellites, uninspiring machines
    Deceived

    Waiting for that final day, I get the unmarked grave
    So here's my last reward for years of suffering
    Too blind to tell
    I sank this fatal knife in myself
    Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy
    With zero volunteers to carry me away
    Too blind to tell
    I sank this fatal knife in myself
    I was always too blind to tell
    I sank this fatal knife in myself!

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    Composición: Young Medicine, Michael Thomas Mcevoy y Joshua Phillip Hurst

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