Oblivion Calling by Y. M. Roger
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Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language. Not much color in the world this mornin’ And it ain’t just the sun up high that’s dawnin’ Not one damn cloud yet all I can see The fog of the pain, she can lift for me Take it away, baby... Oblivion’s callin’, and she knows my name She whispered escape and thus she became My reason for living – it’s to her I’m crawlin’ Nothing else matters ‘cuz Oblivion’s callin’... The afternoon has its own brand of ache Everyone needs me and everyone takes They clamor and claw ‘til my skin feels too tight But she can release me – help my soul take flight Zero hour, baby... Oblivion’s callin’, and she knows my name She whispered escape and thus she became My flight to freedom from the pain that I’m haulin’ Nothing else matters ‘cuz Oblivion’s callin’... When the sky’s gone black and life’s frame starts to haze Emptiness starts creepin' – feel obscurity’s blade It cuts ever deeper ‘til that moment arrives Her touch and her taste...I need them to survive You own me, baby... Oblivion’s callin’, and she knows my name She whispered escape and thus she became My own medic to treat this soldier who’s fallin’ Nothing else matters ‘cuz Oblivion’s callin’... Oblivion’s callin’, and she knows my name She whispered escape and thus she became My reason for living – it’s to her I’m crawlin’ Nothing else matters ‘cuz Oblivion’s callin’... I’m your bitch ‘cuz you own my soul – You see, nothin’ else matters in Oblivion’s hold...
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