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By the end of the hall they creep |
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Just waiting to confront me |
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All these years I have believed what I have seen |
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Oh what they do I do not know |
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Time will pass or time will show |
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In this dead-white hall I'm passing cold |
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I walk the end of 9 |
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White turns to black, I walk the end of 9 |
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To confront by the end |
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Skin turns to blue, I walk the end of 9 |
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Lurk, lurk, lurking they are |
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Eminent how they walk in silence |
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Is this the answer for my death |
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Slowly moving pictures grow within me |
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Is this the journey to my hell |
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Now I'm passing the first 9 demons |
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Ariez sign I grant you birth |
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Somehow I think it has a meaning |
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Their eyes are looking for answers |
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Eminent how I walk these halls |
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By the end of the hall they creep |
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Just waiting to confront me |
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All these years I have believed what I have seen |
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Oh what they do I do not know |
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Time will pass or time will show |
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In this dead-white hall I'm passing cold |
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Now confronting the book of 9 |
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Victims is another time |
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A crystal ball with stories in rhymes |