Texty: Pressure. Beasts. A Dull Spark.

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We put our faith in closed doors
And left hope on a cold floor
What once seemed difficult
Now turns impossible

Straining my eyes just to see in the dark
And all i got was a dull spark

Outstretch arms unattached
Losing my grip, Losing time
No more balanced eyes
Where is my fucking mind?

The sound of silence is killing me
A hollow growl... A shreiking yell
Where's the sign of life?
It's true..we'll die alone