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Harming myself softly by healing you hardly 
Faithless phase I was in, you knew...without a clue...
Waiting for God's healing rain
To make me be as plentiful as grain and make me grow insane

Save your breath

The scent of death

Take me so much higher...

With your passion fire...

Let go of your vibrant vortex...your burning barrier...you deserted dimension...
The snow clouds melt by the sun's intervention, ease away the tranquil tension 
Beat me down with your words
My downfalls will rise like Phoenix birds

Save your breath

The scent of death

Take me so much higher...

With your passion fire...

Swim farther into my arms 
Death do us part...we depart...
You gave me your love charms
Turned my life around because you had a generous heart 

Save your breath

The scent of death

Take me so much higher...

With your passion fire...

It doesn't harm...my heart warms and I can hardly breathe possibly...though I wait for Him patiently...speedily...
Rolling away the death cart...
Everything we once had is tattered and torn and karma killed us softly 
Scrolling through the pages of the Internet drove me miles apart...
From reality's demise and doom
From fantasy's rather unwise tomb 

Save your breath

The scent of death

Take me so much higher...

With your passion fire...

Trying to trust you
From the bottom of my heart
Trying to turn to dust the lust I had of you too 
From the top of my mind's eye, which is an abstract art
Trying too hard to start again
Where do I begin? 
Frankly, I am caught in my sin
The world spins with passerby women and men 

Save your breath

The scent of death

Take me so much higher...

With your passion fire...

Caught up in the snowed under passion of you
It's funny that you aren't aware
That I have fallen for you through and through 
I've traded my fear for hope and I treaded the rocky road of plastic paradise that led to pain 
I've hated the fact that I was jaded and left to mope for my abode in the sheltering rain 

Trying so...so hard
To trust you, the downtraught bard
It's getting harder the breathe
What about you heartlessly leave?
I am at ease with aching teeth
What about you let me just grieve?
It's hard to deal with your turning tables 
It's easier said than done to not listen to your fables
It's getting tough on me to let things go 
It's getting tougher on the surface to let it show...
I'm going to receive fame from my writings
My constant tears, the childish fears, the good and evil fightings
The spotlight is on me
Now, I see...I now see...
That life is priceless
Not useless like it used to be
My life isn't in distress
I've longed to be truly free
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