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Jaded and demented |
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In the attic the bonemen soared |
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I slammed the door behind me |
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Reality was no more |
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The screams of the demented |
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Follows me where I go |
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A secret door I entered |
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Leads to the everflow...oh no... |
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And the days before sunrise are the worst |
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When my mind... goes from friend to foe |
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So I stare into the wall of gloom |
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Where the troops of deceit and sickness loom |
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Confused and delusive |
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I stand where I stand |
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In the dungeons, in the chaos |
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Thought the truth would set me free |
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The cries of the demented |
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I tried to shut them out |
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So I did what they wanted |
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But failed... with poison glass and rope |
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And the days before sunrise are the worst |
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When my mind gets challenged by my foes |
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So I stare into the wall of gloom |
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Where the troops of darkness loom |
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The clouds in my veins |
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The clouds in my gaze |
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The sum of my pain |
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The same every day |
