To Escape The Void by Epidemic
...And in my dreams you cross the line
Lopsided grin, the glint in eye
And speak to me in words defied
By journey to your void
And see you with my dreaming mind
A thinker, maddened, scheming eyes,
And from four strings the notes will
Fly
That I hear no more
And I cannot loosen my grip
The final word to see you slip
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