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Drown in a river of a nightmare

Down by the alley of what's left behind

Shine with your own light like a candle

Don't ever become what you're not

'Cause you've got that death in your voice that echoes in my head

If your hands still reach for hell, you should've let the fire burn

You got that death in your voice that echoes in my head

If your hand still reached for hell you should have burned.

Drown in a river of a nightmare

Down by the alley of what's used to be

Shine with your own light like a candle

Don't ever become what you're not

'Cause you've got that death in your voice that echoes in my head

If your hands still reach for hell, you should've let the fire burn

You got that death in your voice that echoes in my head

If your hand still reached for hell you should have burned.

You've got that death in your voice that echoes in my head and in my soul

If your hand still reached for hell you should have burned.

You got that death in your voice that echoes in my head

In the astral path of consciousness

In the astral path of consciousness.