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Trace the pain
Legs, arms
Freeze frame
Veins, heart
Take it away
The mundane protocal
Faith, no faith
Could explain what I saw
There's something 'bout death
Makes you feel alive
Makes you wanna fight
For your final breath
Every second left
I was in a heap on the front lawn
Need help, need help
Wrapped me up in white
Made the blood so bright
Need help, need help
Deep breaths
Nose, mouth
Need rest
Not now
Take me away
First stop, hospital
Wait, they wait
Inside four sterile walls
There's something 'bout death
Makes you feel alive, makes you wanna fight
(I was in a heap on the front lawn)
For your final breath, every second left
(Need help, need help)
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