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What mind can't devour itself? |
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Atrophied ego, degenerate cells |
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Just beyond the curtain of dark |
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An unknown number, an unseen attack |
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Suggestions of something beyond |
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Moving about in dark attic rooms |
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Subconscious thought working against |
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Your own will |
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Terror Consumes |
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Dread's geometric design |
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Evolution's byproduct, sickening fear |
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The mind simply cannot abide |
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All of the things that it can't stop creating |
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Branches aligned in the sky |
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Brain is imprisoned and skull is a tomb |
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Beckoning arms of the night |
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Calling you |
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Terror Consumes |
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Terror Consumes |
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No release from horror |
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Recreation recombines |
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Charming by the light of day |
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By night it realigns |
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Anxiety will overcome |
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And all the world's askew |
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You can't see the ghost |
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But be assured, the ghost sees you |
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Pale radiance as day breaks again |
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Heaving a sigh as the witch takes its leave |
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Go hide in the hours of the sun |
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But time is a cycle, it's finite, and soon is it spent |
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On the horizon the sun |
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Is dying and red in a worsening gloom |
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You will return to the house |
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that you built |
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Terror Consumes |
