As I lay here in the night.
And the burning fire,
Is the only source of light.
And all I hear is whispers,
Because I'm hiding from the light.
I can fly, but I'm teathered to the ground.
There is nothing left but the fight.
And all I hear are whispers,
Straining to break free.
And all I hear is the whisperers,
They've taken over me.
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