Oh, turn back, oh, turn back trembling one
There's no air, no one's there to witness what you have done
The night flowers have powers they deny the sun
I stare back, I stare at the back of my hands
My fingers are swollen from clenching my fists
I stretch out my back, my neck, and my wrists
There's blood in my body and it sounds like this
Oooh, ooh
Oooh, ooh
It's cold in this water
But I can't reach the sun
Holy, holy water
I'm holding on (There's blood in my body)
I'm holding on (There's blood in my body)
I'm holding on (There's blood in my body)
There's blood in my body and it sounds like this
Oooh, whoa
Whoa-ooh, ooh
Oooh, ooh
Oooh, ooh
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