i want this pain to be served cold
prefer that agony does not burn but flow
love this pain served smooth and slow
prefer that agony does not rush but crawl
no run, no rush, no crush, no more rise and fall
just flow, be smooth, be slow, calm, just crawl
trouble is a first chord of fever
which is a prelude to agony
let the pain in
torment i am not comfortable with you now anymore
agony please don't fall into fevers
agony please don't burst into fevers
memory please don't fall into pieces
you're the only soil my feet could walk on
let the pain in
your time of terror is still ahead of you

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