Grain

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Stone

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The Sermon

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Contains samples from a Polish radio broadcast, translated below:

".... in Lisbon, who has been nominated by Holy
Father for apostolic pro-nuncio in Thailand...."

"....it filled up with graduation youth. Traditionally,
apart from freelance groups, two pilgrimages arrived
in Prague. The first one, from the Warsaw arch-diocese,
was eight thousand young people strong and they...."

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Добавлено (2006-04-03, 2:24 Pm)
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Bloodline 1992

Faith Healer

I'm believing that the Holy Spirit is gonna
allow the hand, and the foot, and the mouth,
just to begin to speak, and to minister, and to
heal coordinated by the head.)

If your body's feeling bad
And it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain
Go out walking in the rain
Watch the flowers go to bed
Ask the man inside your head
Your spirit never has to grieve
All you've got to do's believe
The faith healer
The faith healer

All you've got to do is feel
Your body's going to start to heal
Fingertips of holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
It don't matter what the doctors say
Healer man, sail away
Immortality for two
Miracles will come to you
The faith healer
The faith healer

Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?

(Are you afraid yet?)

(I'm believing that the Holy Spirit is gonna allow the hand, and the foot, and the mouth, just to begin to speak, and to minister, and to heal coordinated by the head.)

(Are you afraid yet?)

(I hate it!)

Faith, and hope, and charity
Simple relativity
He can make you understand
Calm enough to take his hand
Remember when somebody said
Ask the man inside your head
Fingertips and holy fire
Everlasting sweet desire
The faith healer
The faith healer

Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?

Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?

Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?

The faith healer
The faith healer

Edge To Life

I'm not waiting
There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife
For a king
When you lay your head down
To rule my mind
There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face
Or anything
To see how easily you'd fall from grace

I don't need your
There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand
Band of gold
If you decide to lose control
To take me where I need to go
I need, I need, I need

No one can escape when you find out they're fake
A simple man
And you want to take the whole lot down
Well he could do more
But you only see the traces that have gone before

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
If you will walk the white line
There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand
If you decide to lose control
There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face
To see how easily you'd fall from grace
Yes there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife
When you lay your head down
You know you can't escape when you find out they're fake
And you want to take the whole lot down

There's no truth in the lie that only angels cry
When everybody knows we're all born to die
There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife

I miss you

There's no power that is such a thrill
That it can make a man
Or anything

I miss you

(Sample of Ippolita 'Poppy' Santorelli from "Strange")

I miss you

Curse

Three, two, one, kick it!

Lord help me to believe, I've got a need.
Killed by the world, I'm filled full of greed.
Dead to the touch of a human hand,
Can't stand beaten down by a broken old man.
Broken men fill a city full of sadness.
Broken limbs fill a body full of badness.
I need a need other than the sting of sin.
I need a sweet kiss to syncopate the rut I'm in.
I've got a lover, she clothes me in another.
A bad thing to bring to sacrifice under the covers.
She said, could all that red come from inside of me,
Like something living made a decision to cease to be.

Life isn't like that, life isn't like this,
I have a need to know what it is.

Have you stopped to see what it is to be free?
How the world has become a giant shopping spree.
Lord help me to believe how the world has changed.
If it happens enough, does it seem the same?
If it happens to me over and over again,
Will I cease to feel all the pain I'm in?
Will I cease to feel, will I start to believe?
Will I need nothing more than the air that I breathe?
Well, why waste breathing on a living death?
Why even bother with another breath?
Why believe, why care, why even fucking feel?
Why try to see beyond the evening meal?
They tell me that four billion people are alive today,
But they say that life is sacred anyway.
But then to see it, no one seems to be living.
Oh lord, what is it that we're giving?

You're blind, you're blind.
You're blind from the facts.
You're blind, you're blind.
You're blind from the facts.
You're blind.

(Getting in line time and time again!)

You're blind, you're blind from the facts
You're blind.

(While nation after nation stands in peril!)

Blind from the facts.

Three, two, one, kick it!

I felt life like a kiss in the morning.
I heard love like a rainstorm on top of an awning.
But then I left home to spend the night alone,
And then I saw a man asleep on the cold stone.
Was he asleep, maybe dead, maybe dying?
I saw in heaven all the angels were crying.
I saw myself as I just walked by.
I saw another as he turned a blind eye.
I saw another as he kicked the man.
And that his friends all laughed and didn't take a stand.
I burned inside, put my hand through a wall.
I cursed the world that there is suffering and cruelty at all.
I cursed myself that there is suffering and cruelty in me.
That though my eyes have sight, they're too full to see.
That this would be life, like a job and a wife,
Like a car and a house and a garden and a knife.
Is it freedom to choose what is not a choice?
Or is it freedom to silence what is not a voice?
Is it freedom to have one belief,
Or do you choose to a live a life full of grief?
I can't choose what I can't believe,
That the way of life is to live and grieve.
'Cause I see living as a place in the sun,
And the world as a place for a kingdom to come!

(You may say, 'I hate it!' You may hate getting in line time and time again. You may say, 'Man, this life stinks!' I wonder how many people, today, burning in hell this very hour, burning in hell right now, never thought it was real until they lived it? And there are people in the world that are too intellectual for that! Oh man, that's foolish!)

(I wonder how many people, today, burning in hell this very hour, burning in hell right now, never thought it was real until they lived it?)

(This vacillating congress sits and will do nothing while nation after nation stands in peril.)

You're blind from the facts.
You're blind.

(You may say, 'I hate it!' You may hate getting in line time and time again. You may say, 'Man, this life stinks!' I wonder how many people, today, burning in hell this very hour, burning in hell right now, never thought it was real until they lived it?)

Bloodline

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on, the night is young
Seek me out because I'm ready to get stung
So long, so long, feed me
So long...so long
Come on, show me
Come on, need me
Come on, show me the way
Come on, need me in that way
So long

Oh you just never, ever get what you want
Oh you just never, ever get what you need
Oh you just never, ever get what you want
Oh you just never, ever get what you need

Come on, you deserve me
Come on, it's the thought of you in my veins
Come on, show me the way
Come on, show me the feeling
So long

Oh you just never, ever get what you want
Oh you just never, ever get what you need
Oh you just never, ever get what you want
Oh you just never, ever get what you need

(Reversed Sample of Douglas McCarthy's Daughter Reciting "The Big Bad Wolf")

Oh you just never, ever get what you want
Oh you just never, ever get what you need
Oh you just never, ever get what you want
Oh you just never, ever get what you need

Come on, get what you want
Come on, get what you need
Come on, get what you want
Come on, get what you need
Come on, get what you want

Freeze

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Добавлено (2006-04-03, 2:24 Pm)
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Unsound Methods 1997

Drifting

With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth

I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks of the waste in my head
and you face me instead, I must be drifting somewhere

I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason
The burning is here, is only here to follow through

But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it
It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through

Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For words like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison

I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason
It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through

I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray

With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth

Stalker # Red River Cargo

You knew I would call, didn't you?

I can make a perfect picture from a voice
Why don't you answer my calls?
Her serenity oozed into my ear.

I've been watching you
It didn't take long for her to know me
I know what you're wearing
And I knew it felt good
"Pick me up and use me"
"Pick me up and use me" she was saying
She...she...

You are nothing
You are nothing without me
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
If I am taken, you think that you can live again
But you are nothing
Nothing without me

(Please, leave me alone!)

(Sample from "The Last Seduction")

You know I'm here for you
I'm right here for you

See, I am the punished one
She... she took all the glory
She took everything, everything I had to give

Sucking out of me
But I am always gonna be here
Because I am the punished one
She took everything
She took all the glory
Everything I had to give
Sucking it out of me
Sucking it out of me
Sucking it out of me

You are nothing
You are nothing without me
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
If I am taken
You think that you can live again
But you are nothing
You are nothing without me

Without me
Without me
You're nothing
Without me
Without me
You're nothing

Missing Piece

I wanna write myself
On the walls of your heart
Because the knot that holds us altogether
Throws us all apart

I'm gonna stop myself
Before I say something true
Because the answers that roll from my tongue
Are nothing to do with you

And I hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I'd not met
Hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I'd not met

Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place

So tow me over to the light
The sound the sound it is in sight
Found my heart was contained within a cell
Found my heart in this tuck-a-way-me world
I hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I'd not met

Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place
Sometimes is a lonely place

Sometimes
I held the missing piece
Sometimes
I held...the missing piece
I held...sometimes
I held...the missing piece
I held...sometimes
I held...the missing piece
I held...sometimes
I held...the missing piece
I held

Last Breath

There's a song that tells you about the sounds
You hear in the night.
The animals crying because they're hungry
And the child crying at night
Because he's hungry
And lonely.

So take my hand
And walk this land
With me

And walk
This lovely land
With me

So take
My hand
And walk
This land
With me

And walk
This lovely land
With me

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Liquid 2000

Black Box (part1)

The weather was absolutely perfect on this
morning, so we could see everything very
clearly. You knew that there had been a terrible
eruption but you couldn't see any machinery, you
just see this collapsing ice. When we got closer,
the pilot said there was something on the radar
that he hadn't seen the day before. Then we saw
for the first time what had happened in the crater.
We saw nothing but black ice, covered with ash
and then water with floating ice blocks and ash
at the bottom. We only got a very brief glimpse
but you really felt you were seeing something
nobody had seen before.

I got really afraid, My heart missed a beat. I felt
this had already happened but I was about to see it again....

Want

Want I want to know how it will end. I want to be sure of what it will cost. I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. I want you to call me on your drug phone. I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later. I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire. I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win. I want the name of the ruiner. I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn. I want you to know that being kind is overrated. I want to write my secret across your sky. I want to watch you lose control. I want to watch you lose. I want to know exactly what it's going to take. I want to see you insert yourself into glory. I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been. I want you to watch when I go down in flames. I want a list of atrocities done in your name. I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer. I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open. I want to taste my own kind. I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side. I want you to come on strong. I want to leave you out in the cold. I want the exact same thing but different. I want some soft drugs...some soft, soft drugs. I want to throw you. I want you to know I know. I want to know if you read me. I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit. I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do. I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted. I want a controlling interest. I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die. I want to be your secret hater. I want to stop destroying you but I can't. And I want and I want and I want and I will always be hungry. And I want and I want and I want.

Jezebel

Well stop, great God, stop there and listen, listen to the story ‘bout Jezebel. Her sins were so wicked Jehovah got angry, her soul went leapin’ and jumpin’ into Hell. Way back yonder in the olden days, John told Jezebel to borrow her ways, said her evil deeds had ruined the land and repent for the kingdom of God was at hand. She got mad at John ‘cause he told her ‘bout the gospel, told her servants to boil him in oil. Well they tell me God looked from the windows of the heavens, spoke one word and the oil wouldn’t boil. He raised his hand, creation trembled, stamped his feet and time stood still, raised his voice, looked down and thundered "John! Go do my will." You got to go to judgment, stand trial.Then they tell me John moved through the power of the gospel, told Jezebel her time was nigh. On the book of life, her days were ended, her time run out and she had to die. Well they tell me God walked his footsteps thunderin’, he moved his head and his eyes flashed fire, clapped his hands and death come jumpin’, Jehovah was angry, somebody had to die. You got to go to judgment, stand trial. Then Death come knockin’ on Jezebel’s door and said "Come on woman ain’t you ready to go? Of your evil deeds God’s done got tired, you got to go to judgment, stand trial." Then Death come leapin’ she jumped into Hell, great God Almighty I heard them tell. Nine days she lay in Jerusalem’s streets, her flesh was too filthy for the dogs to eat. You got to go to judgment, stand trial. "Jezebel, mind God’s talking, says he’s tired of your evil ways. You got to go to judgment, stand trial."

Breath Control

Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, a
gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It's
been fine so far but after a while I want more
than a soft style. I want some slashes to go
with those long eyelashes." And so the bedroom
became the black room but a year later he wanted
something more, something I wasn't quite prepared
for. He said, "Every woman has an itch and every
nice girl secretly wants to switch.

I like how the skins look on your white hands. I'd
like you to deliver one of my demands." He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants
to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a
hundred candles and said "God never gives you
more than you can handle."

I sat astride his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said,
as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just
breath control." He whispered "Hold me here"
and I did and his head fell back. He whispered
"Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back.
It's just breath control. Just breath control.

I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, I felt something
creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of
love, a kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then
five then ten, he wasn't coming up again. I held on for
twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when
he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands
and tried to understand.

"It's just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill.
It's just breath control."

When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned
them in the river where we used to swim and a year
later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I
know you're looking for something that's hard to find
and I think I have what you have in mind." And he
led me to a glass case and looked deep into my
face.... "It's just control."

Last Call For Liquid Courage # Strange Hours

Sip still, gotta be enough. Wide palms slap skin, let the
hitting begin! A done deal. Discarded piles of dignity.
Another anonymous evening of absolute flesh. And
tonight, it's got to be enough. It's got to be enough.

Sip another swig, let the night fill you. Stranger pour into you.
Peel back what binds you, make you strong! And it's ok, mostly.
Today is tonight and tonight's enough.

Swallow still some sips, Hootchie mamma you is! Him
hot for poker bid. Stuck his two cents in you. Done
did make bid for next time but....there's always a
but at the end of nights like this. It's got to be enough.

Hip, hand, thigh, back, calf, arm, ass, cheek, teeth,
knee, heel, neck, elbow, ear, tongue, shoulder.

You thinking it is 4am. Baby damn! What I gotta buy
is all for a little pseudoaffectionado. A purry dreamic
plead. Wanna lick it up? Quiz over every curve you
got. Furry tongue making brown liquid slot. Enough
tonight. You finally had enough. You had enough.
Had enough? Enough!

Vertigen

Aquell mati em vaig llevar, no recordo on ni tan
sols el temps que fa, i tot havia canviat. Pero jo
no ho sabia, encara, i mes m'hagues valgut no
saber-ho mai. El meu mon era petit, pero suficient,
abans. Deixa de ser-ho. La meva vida, un cel
particular, nul.la incertesa, dolca soledat;

mes tard, cau soterrat, previsibilitat maleida,
asfixiant aillament. Mai res no m'havia fet tanta
falta. Ni la sang que per les venes em corre no
necessitava amb la mateixa urgencia. Mentre
el dolor creixia, de sobte, aquell soroll estrepitos,
insuportable. Cridant, plorant, vaig correr.

Era incapac de sentir els meus crits, de segur
esgarrifosos. De sobte, l'abisme s'obri sota
els meus peus. Morir, volia. Recuperar el meu
cau, la meva estimada soledat, els meus llimbs,
la meva preuada illa. I vaig caure. Queia, sentint-
me cada vegada mes prop d'aquell horror, del
meu propi dolor, del mes terrorific despertar
dels meus sentits, tot just acabat de descobrir.

Ja no recordo quan va ser que vaig despertar
aquell fatidic mati, aleshores salvador. No
recordo quan fa que estic caient, que caic,
veient la fi mes propera cada vegada pero
amb la incertesa de si mai arribara. Ara el
dolor sembla no tenir limits. El dolor i la por
son tot el que sento. Tinc por de caure per sempre.

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Supreme

Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore. Sweet 16 she is, with future uncertain, love incomplete. Soapy days for Jr. and she. At 3, Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. ' So, this is the Nuclear family? Mommy, baby... and Daddy makes a mess of his baby's mother's hair as they fuck 'til her mother comes in from work. She's playing house, he's playing man and Jr. is the only one who accepts he's just a child. Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff, knocked up to a waddle, a baby carriage bustle and still gets her play. But her dream is true romance...well sorta, everyday from 3 to 6. Supreme leaves out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the street. He's not a corner boy. The bodega in the 40's is midblock where bullets flock, no names engraved and he may be next. Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers. Being there is all there is. Living lovely without turning the corner, reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow and shit to his mouth, dispelling knowledge on the stuffs, the pleasing things the baby's mother do, dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man, breaking Friday night to seek man/hood in a paper bag. Says, "Fatherhood is real cool and the kid looks like me so she better not let nothing happen to him or I’ma kill the bitch."
cont.

cont.
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel, trained steel stained blue puts punk on the wall for some trumped up call from precinct 101. Monday at 3, the baby's mother waits, Jr. in her arms, patiently at the door, doesn't know what she misses. Locked into the routine, a project queen. Supreme rode off into the sunset with a 3 to 6 all his own. Took a week for her to find out, a minute to promise devotion, her life on hold as Supreme calls checking on his boy (and the baby's mother). Life on the outside ain't even worth it. Shit. Who screwed whom? There’s not enough room in the pen for them both to stay locked into their little worlds they will. Leather gear, X skullie, Size 2 Docs. Man, Jr.’s the fliest shit in nursery care. Paid for by W.I.C., so who's getting dicked? Who reigns supreme?

Chrome

So let’s be done with this. You said "I want you, I don’t want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer." Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you’re in the middle of someone terrible and you’re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It’s more than you can hide, more than you can manage. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She’s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you’re just looking for a clean sleep. She doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You’re so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I’m butcher, now you’re bone. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. It’s documented, tequila scented. You want a girl who’s pale and bled, you want a girl who’s easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn’t hurt just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she doesn’t read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she doesn’t need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn’t mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done, I’m through.

New York Nights

Mind numbing, mentally crushing, membrane sloshing noise. Manhattan rumbled through night and I never knew that. Had suspected, had read it on t–shirts: ‘The city that never sleeps.' But didn't need to believe it. The onliest sound I believed was the train pulling out, heard from ‘bout 6 blocks away. That was an all night sound. Smooth, not chatter. ' The noise was too noisy. I mean noisier than noise had to be. Noisier than the splash sound of the shore upon the roar of a 757 taking the summer route. Upon mom vex cause little kids don't listen. Noise bigger than blockbuster videos playing in the next room at the 4am matinee and the phone...that was just noise. I mean noisier than noise should be. Not ear deafening, mind numbing, mentally crushing, membrane sloshing noise. Keithie and his boys walked and talked shit nights but it was always distinct, not chatter.... 'n' jersey girls didn't giggle at the freaks, 'talianos sucking Corona bottles making crashes fill the street, never plugged the void of my nights because the void was silence. Over in Bushwick, the ice cream man pulled his truck over while, shall we say, he got his popsickle sucked. He pulled over his truck but the song kept on, all day, all night. The song means the ice cream guy’s gettin' some - it don't even mean ice cream. 'Cause they hear the song and there’s no guy selling ice cream from the truck. 'Sides, who got money to be giving kids every time they hear the song woven between the sounds of car horns and latin rhythms. And the ice cream guy gets death threats.
cont.

cont.
Gotta get me a token, make the rumble of the ‘A’ my lullaby. Gotta escape to the womb of my room. I never believed in New York nights. I never slept in Manhattan before. 21 years,16 by the shore. It may have taken a while to get used to the silence, the absence of sound through night at my home but I’ve never slept in Manhattan before. It hurts. It is hurting my head as I write this. It is making my mind squeeze itself through a tiny doorway onto a massive stage where sound is disconnected from action. Each render themselves tiles in the mosaic. Pretty is the picture from far away. Gotta get me a token, make the rumble of the ‘A’ my lullaby. Gotta escape to the womb of my room. I never believed in New York nights. Each tone drifts against the next with nowhere it would rather be. No desire of dominance, no call to signify nothing. Gotta get me a token, make the rumble of the ‘A’ my lullaby. Gotta escape to the womb of my room. I never believed in New York nights.

Don't Look Back
I hide myself. Leave no trace in this cold dawn. Come for me in this lost hour. This is a game too far. Don’t look back at the closed door. I feel the heat. The game is here. I feel it like nothing else now. I hear you call in this cold dawn. I know you're near in this lost hour.
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