.Chapter 1 takes place on empty canvases
And idle hands are silencing the oxygen.
The clock keeps the beat,
The sweat turns to beads,
And the salt burns me alive,
But my tears have all run dry.
I haven't slept in days.
The devil's just like cocaine,
Gradually cons.
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