My mind is pressing hard as I'm trying to let go
I'm grasping after here but my breath is all too slow
My pulse is moving up as I move down in tempo
My sight is fading out that's how their senses turn on
I'm cold and feeling more fluctuating in limbo
Relapsing as my voice is screeching into echo
Writer(s): Mats Ronander
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