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Computations are figured |
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The tuning forks are set |
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Turn on the Resonator |
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Start the experiment |
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The forks begin vibrating |
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Demensional walls gone |
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The machine is eminating |
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Resonations from beyond |
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Life, never was so defined |
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Even inside my mind |
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Everything turns to ecstasy |
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No, now the thing appears |
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Everything to be feared |
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Lives inside this blasphemy |
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Nightmare always there |
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The machine revealed it |
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Lifelike but not quiet |
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Like life as we know it |
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Life, there is so little time |
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Something insid my mind |
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Extending my pineal gland |
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No, is it inside my brain |
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Or am I going insane |
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Experiment is out of hand |
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Inside the field of the forks |
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Demensional barriars desolve |
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Vibrations open the doors |
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Into the worlds of beyond |
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Is this the gateway to hell |
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Opened up by the machine |
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Is this where Elder Gods dwell |
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Or am I lost in a dream |
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Something comes |
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Not from the grave |
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But from the beyond |
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No, |
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Nothing can save |
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You from beyond |
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Here is the merchant of death |
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Master of all the unknown |
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Uncounted years he has slept |
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Awakened by frequency tones |
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Come to crush and devour |
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All of the life that it can |
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Recieving all of its power |
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From a machine built by man |
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Still it comes |
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Not from the grave |
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But from beyond |
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No, |
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Nothing can save |
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You from beyond |