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Looking down the barrel of a smoking gun.
The only rational thought is to run.
The feeling is creeping up your back.
Getting ready to attack.
It's the feeling you get when someone's watching you.
It's the feeling you get when you don't know who to run to.
The feeling that can make your world crumble to pieces.
And the worst part is, that it never stops, it just increases.
Hitting the floor hard.
Your skin is scarred.
The memories of yesterdays.
They'll be with you, always.
The move is yours.
Closed are all the doors.
The rising sun is black.
The feeling is back.
One day this world's going to end.
That day you'll wish you had a friend.
But the only thing you can feel,
Is the scars that will never heal.
The only one that accompanies you,
Is the only feeling you ever knew.
It embodies itself in a human without a face.
And it will lead you into your final haze.
The only rational thought is to run.
The feeling is creeping up your back.
Getting ready to attack.
It's the feeling you get when someone's watching you.
It's the feeling you get when you don't know who to run to.
The feeling that can make your world crumble to pieces.
And the worst part is, that it never stops, it just increases.
Hitting the floor hard.
Your skin is scarred.
The memories of yesterdays.
They'll be with you, always.
The move is yours.
Closed are all the doors.
The rising sun is black.
The feeling is back.
One day this world's going to end.
That day you'll wish you had a friend.
But the only thing you can feel,
Is the scars that will never heal.
The only one that accompanies you,
Is the only feeling you ever knew.
It embodies itself in a human without a face.
And it will lead you into your final haze.
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