(Collen) The concentration drifts In and out of me Conversation slides away Turn and face the change in apathy Take a rise to fall Won't you save me Don't you blame me I got the feel that I'm gone - Turn to dust Sentence Rape me Segregate me I got the fear that I am gone - Turn to dust Slave or sympathy it atrophies Save but ancient hearts Hiding scars and knives in symphonies Still we rise to fall Repeat Bridge Repeat Chorus Repeat Bridge Repeat Chorus
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