Static

Don't scream

Don't cry

I cream

You lie

It's the

Faith of the fallen

Heart of the hopeless

And-

Dread sneaks up

Doom sets in

Driving me down

Inside myself

To feed on self pity

Turning 'round slowly

To face my solemn soul

I fear that it is fleeing

I catch (fleeting) glimpses

Turn the box upside down

And set me upright once more

(I am clinging

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