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Upon a cold floor in a filthy room
In a river of blood she cries... she cries
And artwork of pain
And the brushstrokes are red
Fighting the emptiness
That is slowly consuming her soul
Fighting for her consciousness...
Looking for the answers...
Trying to remember...
Finding the beginning...
