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Underoath My Deteriorating Incline

lurking in the corners I watch it tracking up my arm I am the anchor, I am the anchor I am the anchor, I am the anchor Bound to my existence Bound to my

I Someone please turn on the lights I'm not fine I'm not fine How can I find my way from this little cellar they call life Down here I tear out my veins

I Someone please turn on the lights I'm not fine I'm not fine How can I find my way from this little cellar they call life Down here I tear out my veins