I'm finding it hard to hold it in.
So many scars wrapped in lint.
I'm finding it hard to describe.
What is this feeling inside?
and I'll know death when I see it,
when I see it,
when I see it,
and I'll breathe less when I'm dreaming, when I'm dreaming,
when I'm dreaming.
Loosen up your strings.
You gotta slow down I can't relate,
all quiet and such to slip the gate.
Circumstantial evidence.
I fumble the blood and lost the prints.
and I'll know life when I live it,
when I live it,
when I live it.
Don't think twice when I give it,
when I give it,
when I give it.
Loosen up your string.
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian
Sebastian

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