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Can I never ever break these wielded gates,
Cause I've got a fire burning outside the walls,
This time, will the readings become clear?
The days of wondering resounding for years.

Toss and turn forever,
Sticks and stones lie beneath,
Prophecies of disbelief.

Could I follow all the loose ends that I've found?
That leads up to the inevitable defeat,
And frights and nerves and shades of hurt and thoughts that,
Somehow keeps swirling towards the bleeding end.

Toss and turn forever,
Sticks and stones lie beneath,
Prophecies of disbelief,
Whenever you stopped feeling something,
Whenever you stopped feeling weak,
I turn again,
All I want is to sleep.

Once I've settled down,
My eyes staring out,
But still towards the ground,
This headache race,
Won't back down,
If I make this,
It will get it's rest,
I try to, you know,
But the tighttened ropes deny me of shooting rest,
Euphoria.

Toss and turn forever,
Sticks and stones lie beneath,
Prophecies of disbelief,
Whenever you stopped feeling something,
Whenever you stopped feeling weak,
I turn again,
All I want is to sleep.