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I’ll be still, until I’m still no more
Staring past the faces of, of those you’ve met before
And I won’t scream, with my face against the floor
It’s little wonder I, I never see my kind no more
No one gets far
I can feel the slack but you won’t give me another yard
No one gets far from the abattoir
No one gets far
The sleepless drift, it’s pulling me apart
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath
I can see the other side
The ride is over but now I smile
The twisting rope, the fading light
Their tender grip will see me right
No one gets far
I can feel the slack but you won’t give me another yard
No one gets far from the abattoir
No one gets far
The sleepless drift, it’s pulling me apart
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath
No one gets far
I can feel the slack but you won’t give me another yard
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath
No one gets far
The sleepless drift, it’s pulling me apart
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath