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I think I'm Drownin', Asphixiatin'. I wanna break the spell that you've created. Your somthing beautiful, a contradiction, i wanna play the game, I want the fiction. You will be, the death of me. You will be the death of me. Bury it , I won't let you bury it. I won't let you smother it, i won't let you murder it. Our time is runnning out, our time is running out! Can't push it underground, can't stop it screaming out. I wanted freedom, bound and restricted. I tried to give you up, but im addicted. Now that you know im trapped, you'd never dream of breaking this fixation. You will squeeze the life out of me. Bury it , I won't let you bury it. I won't let you smother it, i won't let you murder it. Our time is runnning out, our time is running out!Can't push it underground, can't stop it screaming out. How did it come to this?