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I feed it before it feeds on me
Do you hear the silent screams?
Feed it by night. Feed it by day
It hungers, it hungers, but I keep it at bay
The skies fall in pieces
Fabricating destroyed
To broken dreams I turn and pray
Forever filling the bottomless void
Time unravels to weave something new
Another color, new forever
You can't see the truth
How it rots
Undercover