this way
says the indian on the wall
to regret
frozen on the floor
supplies in hand
let me reach
let me reach for my
icy air
indian laughs
lights flicker and dim
eyes wide open but
let me reach for my
theres some kind of
chemical on the carpets
theres some kind of
presence in the mirror
in the room
its black and i
let me reach for my
let me
frozen on the floor
arms shredded
eyes wide open but
icy air fills the room
and the halls
its grey
let me
let me reach
frozen
let me reach for my
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