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Different levels, different creatures Objects of shame and regret We stain ourselves Then try to forget My eyes have seen the blinding and the fading lights I don't bother to put up a fight I still allow the mist to trail down my cheeks like tears Fogged Blinded, but I did it to myself I am ashamed of the things I had gotten into Can't stay above this Couldn't care to swim But it just so happens that I like the taste of what I'm drowning in