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Insects, all these insects |
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They come crawling across your floor |
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They are lurking in every corner |
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You can't ignore them anymore |
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Their eyes watch you while you're sleeping |
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They colonise your very skin |
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Now you feel your throat constricting |
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Feel the panic kicking in |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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Insects, all these insects |
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That you face when you're alone |
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All your failings, inhibitions |
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They take hold and don't let go |
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Just like insects, a plague of insects |
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On the city streets below |
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All the swarming crowds of people |
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Multiplying, out of control |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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Neurotic revulsion |
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Subconscious compulsions |
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Infernal impulses |
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Such vivid hallucinations |
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Nightmarish fixations |
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Figments of your imagination |
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You don't deserve love |
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You feel you're worthless |
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In denial |
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Psychosis |
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Break the cycle |
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The power lies within |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
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You can't run away from yourself |
