Sucking my innermost strength right out of the cores of my being.
Driving a nail through my pounding head.
Chucking me in a dark little box with no breathing holes.
Sky a concaving black shroud pouring torrents of hail.
No more braving the storms, no more denials ... now it's all about saying "Aye, aye, aye".
Life as an abyss, life as a test.
The strong prevail and the weak, destroyed.

-->Lamb - What Sound<--

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