Sitting in a dimmed room
A young girl sits
rusty, old chains
she tries to pull away

Surrounded by mist
she cries
she's crying out
her fears surrounding

She yells
"why can't I get away?"
the chains pull her down
"why can't you save me?!"
"can't you see me?!"

You see
this girl is fear
she is death
free yourself from the chains

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