Cold lies, the substance of the chains
That tie us to our pain
Then we’re promised some relief
Relief from the state
Weak pulse, weak pulse
Don’t call the ambulance as my heart stops
Weak pulse, falling out of the rhythm
Rhythm of this hopeless dance
All I can hear is my voice
Calling out into, into the void
Met with no reply
No answer to agony
There’s no solace in this
Meaningless existence
Cold lies
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