What are waiting for? (A tunnel.) It's time to run. (A tunnel.) The rope, the burn, a knife, a cut, a cyanide pill, it's all just for fun. This tunnel I see will always hide its depth from me. What always out of reach, is the light never dies. What is missing? It's my aorta! It will always, always belong to you. This anomaly it will soon cease. But we know, it will never. So here I hand you my flesh and blood.
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