Think

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Think
The pages turn against the rippling tide, suicide is carved on my side.
Death’s come knocking on your door.
Whispers on the phone with wisdom.
Wisdom on the phone with time.

I must think.

The scripture has us crashing into the moon, memories has told us of this doom.
The desert sand has covered us in tears, oh dear.
Whispers on the phone with wisdom.
Wisdom on the phone with time.

I must think.
I must think at the bottom of the well.
I must think to escape the claws of hell.
I must escape.

Fear is only what you believe.
Fate is what you perceive to be.
Flesh is all we are.
Whispers on the phone with wisdom.
Wisdom on the phone with time.

I must think.
I must think at the bottom of the well.
I must think to escape the claws of hell.
I must escape.

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