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Roots are slowly consuming me

- Shield me! Oh shield me

Dragging me down

- The taste of dirt is filling me

A story is being written

Taking its toll on me

A story of love and regret,

Of hate and disease

I just want to run until my feet are sore

And I can finally breath

- Again

Keep living in the shadow of a tombstone

Upon regret is written

We can try to outrun it

And run towards the hills

But time flies past our heads

Like a whirlwind of birds

We have carved our future in our hands

A fine line, cut with a rusty razor

The world is slowly suffocating

In the shadow of man