Absorb the pain, nice and slow,
In a dark, twisted rhythm.
Following the internal stream,
Feeling the water but not the seam
Getting lost amidst the rushing waters.
Getting ready to descend,
I've done everything but pretend,
But now I consider the implications.
Falling deeper down,
In some time I'll drown,
Thinking of what's left to be said.
Can't help but feeling sad
I try hard and stretch my hand
But you're no longer there to grab it.
Vanishing, eyeing the darkness,
Greeting it, getting lost in its vastness
I feel its friendliness. Greets me with a cold hold.
Queens Of The Stone Age - Go With The Flow
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