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The holes are filling in

Let the worms crawl my skin

No signs of life are found

As the wind withdraws all sound

My eyes are turning black

As they lay me on my back

My skin is turning white

Now I only rise at night

And the price of death is dear

As the dawn is growing near

I see my face in glass

Please return me to my cast

And the holes are filling in

As the worms crawl my skin

No signs of life are found

But the wind withdraws all sound