shutdown
Today's the perfect day to die
All those signs
I believed into
Now left to flies
Something's creeping up my skin
Razorback's a path to sin
The silence
I was hiding in
Is violence
Something's creeping up my ribs
I cannot collect my wits
Simplefy
The feeling to explain
Good bye
Something's creeping up my face
Horrors paws are in eyes of my fate
Too late
The falling cannot be stopped
Too late
The falling cannot be
Too late
The falling <error occurred>
<heartbeat not detected>
<shutdown>
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