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Chris Dooher
Chris Dooher
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George Sharpe
George Sharpe
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Daniel Garbutt
Daniel Garbutt
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Ryan Love
Ryan Love
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Tom Johnson
Tom Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Breathe it in Let it fill your lungs Darkness surrounds you Your day has come Pending doom Intended soon Asphyxiation Smoke inhalation A breath away from choking You fall down to the floor And after all these years of smoking There's the irony after all Screams of children and parents From behind these fucking walls The lights you see start to dim You had planned a future But now your plans are looking grim You had planned a future But now your plans are looking grim And now we fall to the ground Remains of ashes around Me as I cause my own demise Into oblivion you shall fall And now we fall to the ground Remains of ashes around Me as I watch my own demise Into oblivion you shall fall Your eyes dilate as the ash, fills the air Nothing more can be said and done You've reached the point of no return Your body cooking slowly Your identity is now unknown The lights you saw have dimmed You had planned a future But now your plans are looking grim You had planned a future But now your plans are looking grim And now we fall to the ground Remains of ashes around Me as I cause my own demise Into oblivion you shall fall And now we fall to the ground Remains of ashes around Me as I watch my own demise Into oblivion you shall fall Breathe it in Let it fill your lungs Darkness surrounds you Your day has come Pending doom Intended soon Asphyxiation Smoke inhalation Eyes bulging from their sockets Your skin charred, flesh ripped away Your body cooking slowly You start to decay This is the end of you This is the end of days Your body cooking slowly You start to decay Black Lungs And a pile of ashes Are all, that remains Black Lungs And a pile of ashes Are all, that remains This is the end of you This is the end of days A pile of fucking ashes Are all that remains This is the end of you This is the end of days A pile of fucking ashes Are all that remains
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