Underground

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bonded by chains
unbreakable metal

i'm clawing my way out of the pit
but you're sitting on my restraints

the impossible prison
we've both been thrown into
forgotten and alone

we were in this together
if only you wanted freedom too

but you thrive on dependence
on the suffocation
it's all you've ever known

and if you continue this way
my hands will be the ones on your throat

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