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Invading my system |
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At an alarming rate |
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No boundaries, no restriction |
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Programmed to inflitrate |
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No Cure, no cure, |
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I've got to escape |
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When death comes knocking, |
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I don't want to be home |
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This tormenting pain |
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Sweet sleep awaking to horror |
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Sleep brings relief |
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But just 'til tomorrow |
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The doctors want to freeze me |
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In a century of slumber |
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Doctor! Doctor! |
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What a suggestion! |
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This is no longer just a... |
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Scientific question |
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I want to feel that blade sharp cold solt |
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Shooting through my veins |
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Driving my lifeblood before it |
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Deadening my pain |
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Locking my lungs |
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In a endless icy breath |
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Holding me in a state |
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Between comatose and death |
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The doctors want to freeze me |
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In a century of slumber |
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Doctor! Doctor! |
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What a suggestion! |
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This is no longer just a... |
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Scientific question |
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Where will my spirit dwell |
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When I'm in the icy time - machine |
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I'm haunted by fears of the unknown |
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Seduced by a science - fiction dream |
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Doctor! Doctor! |
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What a suggestion! |
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This is no longer a medical question |
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Even if they have the ability |
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Will they decide to resuscitate me |
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Will I awake to ecstasy |
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Or emerge as a freak show novelty |
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Freeze my body... |
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Freeze my soul? |
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Freeze my body... |
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Freeze my soul... |
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Will I awake to ecstasy |
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Will I awake at all |
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Will I be wrenched from a land of the dead |
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Damned to relive humanity |
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A Frankenstein of the future |
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A ghost imprisoned in body |
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Or remain a fossilized entity |
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Locked in eternal purgatory |
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The doctors want to freeze me |
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In a century of slumber |
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The Doctors want to freeze me |
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In hundred years they'll have the cure |
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For the ills which pull me under |
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Please Doctor, come on, freeze me! |
