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[Verse 1]
Now I see you, trouble, it's coming up ahead
Black dogs runnin', the [?] of dread
The world is over, there's nothing left unsaid
A million image, a million dead
Over and over, I'm anyone else instead
And my teeth fall [?] only here
Birds are falling in twos by twos and threes
It is over, it is fearsome, it is red
[Break]
[Verse 2]
It is perfect, it's beautiful and still
It is silent, it is white and it is cold
All I'm you now, and you are me instead
'Cause it is coming my friend, and it's the end