The rain is pouring out here,
My tongue's on fire.
I can't feel my hands,
They've turned ivory and blue.
We'll survive if we stick together.
Hey, wait, where are you going?!
I thought that was the plan!
....If I pretend I'm not afraid,
I'll find a way out of this complicated maze.
If I dream in black and white,
Memories and voices,
Maybe I'll survive!
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