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Running from the Guardians,

Fatigue is growing quickly

I must find some place to hide.

They are closing in on my trail,

How did it come to this?

I wish I could fight back.

They are too large, they are too fast,

They outmatch me 100 to 1.

They have their size, they have their strength,

When will salvation ever come?

I duck into some rubble,

Hoping that they can't see me.

I become one with this

Bloody mess of dust and debris.

I've created this monster of a being,

It's just me and the Guardians,

And only one will make it out.

(Make it out)

And you may be sitting, asking,

"How did it all come to this?"

That very same thing ran through my mind

While I was laying, on my deathbed.

The Guardians seem to pass me by,

A sigh of relief escapes my lungs.

But then they turn around,

I am demolished.

They rip my limbs apart,

drain the blood from my arms,

I've never felt torment such as this,

And they are just starting.

They're not doooooooooone.

It is only beginning.

The beginning of the end.