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Distressing RangeThere's a scream that echoesin my head since i was born I would strangle that voice unreachable. There's a wall of shadows it keeps following me a distressing range of thoughts and noise This is when everything turns cold Cutoff Future, Pale Eyes, Wide Staring nightmare My head is riding on the wrong lane my life extinct This is when everything turns cold |