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Warning
I heard a whistle blowing, blowing in my ears
The cries of all the children made it disappear
Running past the multitude, running to the sea
Taking all your happiness and giving it to me
Crash little ocean, crash into the stars
Shoot for all my longings and envy my scars
Come swiftly sorrow; meet me with my friends
I’m not like them I scream; oh how I pretend
Child, stupid child; look me in the eye
Place a ransom on my soul and throw me to the side
Time is quickly coming and many do not see
I’m sick of warning heathen; I’m slowly killing me
