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I ran until my feet went numb
Like acupuncture, every step I took
Struck me like a needle gun
Wouldn't stop 'til I was done
The ghost, it latches paces back
And rushes forward just to close the gap
Psychological attacks
Can't stop now, won't look back
All my friends and family
Have an air of apathy
Or maybe they don't wanna see
That it's a reality
It's coming and it can't be stopped
Make sure that the door is locked
It doesn't care what fight you've fought
It finds its way and gets the drop
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
I don't think I thought ahead
And I don't think I know what happens next
I don't trust what no one's said
But I don't think I wanna know
God, I think I'm losing touch
I did everything I'm meant to do
Why do I still have to run?
Why do I still have to run?
It follows everyone I know
It follows everyone I love
It follows all who ever thought
It follows, follows, follows, follows
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you...
Ah!
Oh!
Oh, no!
Oh, fuck!
C'mon motherfucker!
Ah!
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
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It's Coming (Clean)
05:22
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I ran until my feet went numb
Like acupuncture, every step I took
Struck me like a needle gun
Wouldn't stop 'til I was done
The ghost, it latches paces back
And rushes forward just to close the gap
Psychological attacks
Can't stop now, won't look back
All my friends and family
Have an air of apathy
Or maybe they don't wanna see
That it's a reality
It's coming and it can't be stopped
Make sure that the door is locked
It doesn't care what fight you've fought
It finds its way and gets the drop
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
I don't think I thought ahead
And I don't think I know what happens next
I don't trust what no one's said
But I don't think I wanna know
God, I think I'm losing touch
I did everything I'm meant to do
Why do I still have to run?
Why do I still have to run?
It follows everyone I know
It follows everyone I love
It follows all who ever thought
It follows, follows, follows, follows
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you, and it takes you
And it finds you...
Ah!
Oh!
Oh, no!
Oh, fuck!
C'mon motherfucker!
Ah!
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming, coming, coming, coming
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Auric Echoes Morgantown, West Virginia
Auric Echoes is an independent American art rock making weird music for the sake of weird music.
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