Texty: Architects. Nightmares. The Darkest Tomb.

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It?s getting hard to breathe in here
What I would give to be set free
This darkness surrounding me
They?re coming for us
They?re closing in
Take careful aim
I know you won?t miss
Avoid eye contact
Shoot the messenger
Pools of blood surround
Don?t run and hide this time
But we?ve made a mistake
A glaring error
We?re adrift
Nearly gone
And if you knew
You?d get away with it all what would you do?
In my darkened tomb, I am laid to waste