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(Moans): Water...

All I knew. All I believe.
Crumbling images no longer comfort me.
Scramble to reach higher ground.
Order and sanity something to comfort me.

Take what is mine. Horde what is mine.
Suffocate what is mine. Bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind and climb to a new place now.

This ground is not the rock I thought it would be.

Thought I was high. Thought I was free.
That I was there. Divine destiny.
I was wrong. This changes everything.

Running away, got me running away.
Now I'm running away.

I will take what is mine. Horde what is mine.
Suffocate what is mine. Bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind and climb to a new place.

Water rising up on me.
Said that water rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me.
But the truth has come to punish me instead.

Die...

Ground break down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me in the water.