Your lungs cannot
Restore a breath with this infliction
Your heart is sore
And still longing for what it still needs
Falling out of your hands
I see, i see
It's falling out of you hands
And now where is consciousness
You tried so hard
You're still winded and it's slipping
Falling out of your hands
I see everything
Falling out of your hands
I see
We share the same thoughts
The same sickness, for so long
Falling out of my hands
I see everything
Falling out of my hands
I see...
Ive been drifting on the outskirts
Pray to me
Youve been drowning there in silence
Pray to me now
Its falling out of our hands
I see everything
Its falling out of our hands
I see
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