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Anathema A Fine Day To Exit

? Coming down against it all Didn't want it, didn't need it, didn't want it Twisted face of fading beauty Count the cost of suffering Cannot see the day

horizon lies a dream for you and I This tranquil scene is still unbroken by the rumors in the sky But there's a storm closing in, voices crying on the

the glare of the senses Spoon-fed reality infused A new inherent passive contentment You are so easily amused Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat A

Seeing is believing but I don't want to know Walk on through the wasteland, I just can't let go Face down I just break down when I see you cry All the

Long way from home nowhere to go what made the river so cold the sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow soaking and stinging my eye tell tale sighs and

and these feelings flow trample on bodies, bodies in holes of faith times I've asked the lord for forgiveness while kept under a spell of a sweating locust

it safe would it save me I'd like to get some rest now if I can just ignore the truth scratching at the window this time I got to make a move ego (inflammation

a way to understand why i couldn't see what was happening the fear overcame me.took a trip on the inside i took a trip on the inside i try to hold

the glare of the senses spoon the reality infused a new inherent passive contentment you are so easily amused Here and now we are gone in a happy a dream