| Waiting
on alibis all night
Strong hints from passers by
Preempting what would come
Solitude, a tiny trap for you
Your fear, full, fathom this?
Then run from what you've done
Long nights, the road alone
Where self doubt is born again
Where dreams are turned to stone
Solitude, the final count for you
You're fearful, fathomless
The heart has lost the sun
See my hope, don't be afraid
Feel something
Hold me lest I fall away
All at once your life appears
Beneath the rocks and ten feet down
Breath gives way to years
And in the light you see it's clear
You're fearful, fathomless -
The god-forsaken son
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