Lifeblood - Lost Little Girl

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Lifeblood - Lost Little Girl

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Murky waters up ahead
Feeling feeling not unlike dread
Watch your step, it's one big drop
Don't look ahead and then your dead

Land's broken up into pieces
Nothing left to feel for any reasons
Can't find a path to stake on through
Nothing left for any times or seasons

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot

Searching for a reason to exist
Deny the facts that they gave you first
Never understood the patterns why
You run round in circles in the mist

Lead you further through the dark
Back to the points to where you start
If it all ever made a bit of sense
You'd start to wonder what you went without

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot

Can't understand
All these motions in your head
Don't wanna believe
All the things that you've had to dread

Go on, face your fear
Make a believer out of you and me
Swim for freedom, whatever it takes
Get to the surface and breathe

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot

It's gone all to black
Nothing left to react
No motion, depth, or sound
In the waters that time forgot


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