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  • Release, I grant you permission
    Immerse, submerse, submerge and rise
    Emerge to snatch one's last breath
    Hydra-lung will deaden the cries
    It is time to make the transition
    You were never one to abide
    Absurdly ignored premonition
    Now let the struggle subside
    This - the knife that has skewered my heart
    This - the flowing river of blood
    This - the morbid thought in my head
    This - the crimson stain in my bed
    My heart bleeds for your confession
    The truth, the youth, a kiss goodbye
    To covet the lasting impression
    The river's slaughter swallows your pride
    The current consumes the almighty
    I must confess the tide will soon rise
    Drowning your thoughts of escape
    How foolish of you to surmise
    This - the knife that has skewered my heart
    This - the flowing river of blood
    This - the morbid thought in my head
    This - the crimson stain in my bed
    This thing that crawls from inside me
    Expanding, stretching my sanity
    This - way things have to turn out to be
    There's no sun, left in your eyes to see...
  • Release, I grant you permission
    Immerse, submerse, submerge and rise
    Emerge to snatch one's last breath
    Hydra-lung will deaden the cries
    It is time to make the transition
    You were never one to abide
    Absurdly ignored premonition
    Now let the struggle subside
    This - the knife that has skewered my heart
    This - the flowing river of blood
    This - the morbid thought in my head
    This - the crimson stain in my bed
    My heart bleeds for your confession
    The truth, the youth, a kiss goodbye
    To covet the lasting impression
    The river's slaughter swallows your pride
    The current consumes the almighty
    I must confess the tide will soon rise
    Drowning your thoughts of escape
    How foolish of you to surmise
    This - the knife that has skewered my heart
    This - the flowing river of blood
    This - the morbid thought in my head
    This - the crimson stain in my bed
    This thing that crawls from inside me
    Expanding, stretching my sanity
    This - way things have to turn out to be
    There's no sun, left in your eyes to see...