Just when you think the tables turned, you face the
dark, your stomachs churned, no night light to
guide you, just slipping feet and bruises.

This will be my final end, (i slide away), this will
take me through a life my friend, slide through,
a graze to my cheek..

Slipping feet and grazes, i slide through with bruises,
dulce et decorum est these bruises best felt
yet, slipping feet and grazes, sliding
through with bruises..

If i leak blood, don't cut me...

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