Texty: Illbreak. The Flood.

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I don't know if you heed to this
It seems it's coming down your way
I hold the beams that support you
It'd be a shame if they gave way
See my face, don't ignore me
I'm in charge now of your fate
Cast your spell, to a molding
Seal it up with hate

I'll make a point of you
I'll break the bone of you
I'll make a point of you
I'll break the bone of you

Feel the waves crash around you
Flooding out your every sound
See the light way above you
You're gonna drown

And it's hard now
To breathe underwater
you can swim if you want to
But you0re not gonna make it