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I am sick of silence, i am tired of noise, my ears are shut from the sound that my voice tries to make, unable to listen, unable to care, by my own words i can not be trusted, it must be so pathetic to watch me stumble around, trying to make amends for all that is not possible/fall, descend to the lowest ranks,pain will be my only comfort my only ease-to fail, to crawl and letit be my dance i fail miserably put me out of my agony, ive done the worst there is-to repeat history, it must be so pathetic to watch me stumble around, trying to make amends... dance a solemn dance, transcendence; i fly across the world, on ragged wings of no glory, through somber days and gloomy nights/no,untrue, i forgot the sun, filled with scars and poison, from the arrows of hunters below, i fall to the ground, ive moved mountains, now i am ready to take on you FALL DESCEND TO THE LOWEST RANKS PAIN WILL BE MY ONLY COMFORT MY ONLY EASE-TO FAIL! CRAWL AND LET IT BE MY DANCE! From Letras Mania