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ive been walking, intend to find my way back outthrough this dark passage, suffer the souls of those been sent downthe spector shriek out, mocking me they call your nameand all i walk to find my way back home againIn fear there, and set the dead father and see her infret for the otherthen cross the winding strand and lose your way in the atriumand burn down the bridges all around you and set fire to the guilty bound throughlet lose the rising flood and lose your way in the atriumin this place the unknown, unannounced the victims should feelwith hatred and fatigue, how to set the false from the realand i think im guaranteed to never make it out alivebut just one last thing, the calling card to see your faceIn fear there, and set the dead father and see her infret for the otherthen cross the winding strand and lose your way in the atriumand burn down the bridges all around you and set fire to the guilty bound throughlet lose the rising flood and lose your way in the atriumand i- am waitingno im still standing herelost but saved, the internment of the atriumand i- am waitingno im still standing herelost but seen, left to navigate the atrium From Letras Mania