Concentration drifts in and out of me,
Conversations fly away,
Turn and face the change in apathy,
Take a rise to fall.
Won't you save me?
Don't you rape me,
I've got the fear that I've gone and turned to dust,
Sentence rape me,
Segregate me,
I've got the feeling that I'm gonna turn to dust.
Slave of sympathy it atrophies,
Slave to ancient hearts,
Hiding scars and knives in symphanies,
Till we rise to fall.
Won't you save me?
Don't you rape me,
I've got the fear that I'm gone and turned to dust,
Sentence rape me,
Segregate me,
I've got the feeling that I'm gonna turn to dust.
Won't you save me?
Don't you rape me,
I've got the feeling that I'm gone and turned to dust,
Sentence rape me,
Segregate me,
I've got the feeling that I'm gonna turn to dust.
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