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The Machines held me, they collapsed my heart I've placed my hands in the shadows and walked around for hours trying to find my blood Their eyes burn holes, bending the surface. They held my voice for the release of betrayal. Slowly Falling. I can see the words fall from their tongue, drowning beneath the remains of my memories I've created this obsession. Beating myself for deception. I'll die slowly, swallowing the silence that can only cure me I'm on my way down, they'll understand when I'm dead Carry me to the burnt horizon and push me into the sun What if I fall? I'll come back. I don't want to be found. I don't want them to find me It's going to begin when I run through the stars. Slip through the doors, aching for someone to hold me From Letras Mania