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Crawling out from suffering
Now, dead, now cold.

Murderous light.
I've felt life.
I give up.
I give up.

Faces fade,
With our curse.
Blind sights.
But it burns,
But it burns.

My spit throne.
More faces fade and wither.

Murderous light.
I've felt life.
I give up.
I give up.

This fades.