How can this be?
My reality, my world
is all faded and warped.
Help me;
I cannot find my way home.
I don't think I'll make it
on my own.
Can I just go?
Velocity, quickening,
please keep me going,
'cause my wandering feet
don't wanna go on
and I can't stop.
I can't stop.
If you'll take my hand,
we'll open up these scars
again.
I'm not afraid,
it's only red.
I'm not afraid,
I'm only bleeding.
I'm not afraid,
I'm only dying.
I'm not afraid,
I'm only--

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