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Traveled light, to see I'm deadA caustic pain inside my headSevered fingers crawl to takeMy body to an electric placeTo find a shot, a simple faceCycled through an image bankAnd when I see that something's upThere's younger kids with better luckBones arranged in armsFeet and legs all marchNo one left to pleaseI don't want to leaveSkin was sparking up a storm The back of my neck felt so warmNot sure when I will arrive It takes it's time to get insideIt passed right through my first twoAnd ripped the third, it tore my viewArrhythmic beats to sudden stopA nod I'd live, but pressures dropped Bones arranged in armsFeet and legs all marchNo one left to pleaseI don't want to leave From Letras Mania