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In total darkness, slime is the air that I breathe The stifled choking of sinners is all that I hear Forever drowning, clawing for life in a bloody sea But after ages, I feel something new to be near A thread in the blackness above! I start the climbing, pulling myself up the thread Unto the heavens, hand over hand to a great salvation Up many miles, the Mountain of Needles is small down below My arms grow tired, ascending the silk to escape damnation Looking down, I see a line A thousand sinners close behind Return to hell This thread is mine! (snap) Oh! Can I ever hope to recover? Back into the sea The heaving depths of my misery No! Can I hope again to discover A thread to set me free To end the torture of history? From Letras Mania