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Fishing in the depths of night, Feel your death worth in pride. Anxiety lurks in the drive, deep within our souls The day you die. Keep the fire inside, seek the meaning behind, Raven's screeching all night. Let the waves flow by, drag it 'til I Flap my, 'til I fucking flap my, 'til I fucking flap my... Hello, It's me again. Showing up Like a heartbreak. Come on, We can move the lights. Come in yet, Just close your eyes. This black rock bottom buried deep by a sorrow, Sounds of roar, the raven's screeching too low. Stomp it 'til you flap my, until you fucking Flap my, until you fucking flap my, until you Fucking flap my... There's never seeing how it repairs when it fucking Torn up. What difference does it make When you're living in the snake? Question how it's to your mother's sleep or force Yourself Awake.