Smother
In this light you look pale
The strength in your muscles are decreasing
And everything just comes through
except for the things you would
hold your breath for till the next cloud of oxygen
All the sides, turn to 1
no progress, in this terrible game
Mind and body slip away
And conscious becomes more of a word each day
Just a thought in a slumbering haze
The strength in your muscles are decreasing
And everything just comes through
except for the things you would
hold your breath for till the next cloud of oxygen
All the sides, turn to 1
no progress, in this terrible game
Mind and body slip away
And conscious becomes more of a word each day
Just a thought in a slumbering haze
07 aug 2010
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