Too close is cavernous and cold
Cavernous and cold
You're collecting empty shells
Too late to scribe alive on my soul
I'd rather hide than fight you stealing my soul
A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts
They bore what's cavernous and told
A haunted ocean is cavernous and told
I am where the fearing dwells
Too late to scribe alive on my soul
I'd rather hide than fight you stealing my soul
Too late to scribe alive on my soul
I'd rather hide, hide, hide, hide, hide
Cavernous, cavernous
Cold, cold

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