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Wither me

times are not for me Lord
Slither me

The pain is like me yeah
Wither me

It grows all me Lord
me down

I I had foreseen it
Wither me

Away ye!
Yelled the knife to the hemisphere

It grows all over me
me down

And I'm not even Lord
Wither me

It all over me Lord
me down

And I'm not even here
me down

All day I scream!
Yet no one has the to hear

times are not for me Lord
Slither me

The pain, the pain is dead like me
me down