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Lying low, flying high, the stimulation that sheds ash The voice of the reaper's helper is heard. The scattered recollection, and my emptiness-- If you contain aid in those hands, please, crush it. You'll cause everything to end with those hands, and submerge me. The magical power to call upon ominous clouds and seal away feelings Lead falls and pelt this body, quaking. In the lucid darkness, hungering-- If you contain days far off in those hands, please, ruin yourself. You'll cause everything to end with those hands, and submerge me. Reality is thrusted into my body which festered-- If you contain agony in those hands If you contain anger in those hands If you contain tragedy in those hands how about smashing those things? If your eyes tell me everything, I'll let you know the day we part. From Letras Mania