Get me away from here I dont think I can take these voices anymore The same ones that youve heard for so long Do you feel the distress as you take on being sick? Where are you running? Where will you go? Dont bury yourself alive and cower under these fearful ways If time is of the essence I pray that it comes fast I know I lacked my faith In the toughest era yet Just help me plan to carry What breaks upon my chest All in with the strength of the maker This is knocking at your door Quit pulling what you cant handle Pulling so long the trees will grow weak If time is of the essence I pray that it comes fast I know I lacked my faith In the toughest era yet All of these branches are breaking But it still sticks to the roots Staying buried in this firm foundation Wash away the dirt that covers me Pull me from the filth I lie beneath I will follow what you need me to be
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