the forcing walls are closing in
and the sky is still descending
the price for a life in sin
is beyond repair and mending
---
he can see it in the eyes
where life is slowly fading
it's not worth it to be nice
to a voice that's so evading
---
he pulls the trigger of his gun
the voice is so degrading
petrified he tries to run
the words reverberating...
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he hears chanting choirs and voices at night
they're raging like fires but speaking so light
he wants to kill the past
to be alone at last
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he takes a step into the brain
little there remaining
dissolving in the frozen rain
the voice is disengaging
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he hears chanting choirs and voices at night
they're raging like fires but speaking so light
he wants to kill the past
to be alone at last