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Holding onto sickness, kept me tied to the road of old What was once a hand faith turned to rust from gold Weakening position where I place my eyes alone There is a loss all around, there is birth again I know Pull me out of the dirt, let the light cleanse me Second chances were meant to divide The death of our woes, of our woes... I'm surfacing again let the light come clean my bones From the ice and snow below, buried deep in hope... Violence, the color outweighs lines of magnitude Where a cold brush with death makes it hard enough to chew Poisonous, the bottle that takes shape in solitude Where the numbing outlives hell until the ends just come unglued... Empty the tank, leave it all on the floor Better to breathe in the sinking of the coast Inside the throes, inside the throes of the bend... Clean my bones From Letras Mania