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An unlucky dip in the bargain bin |
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A ghostly tape with daemons within |
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Written on the label was an ancient hand |
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Told of distant times and of worrisome lands |
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I played it backwards then in reverse |
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It told me things that were perverse |
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Evil voices, evil hands |
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Evil voices, evil commands |
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Who what would have thought my hand could do that |
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Gave me a wedgie, set fire to my flat |
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They start up quiet but end up talking loud |
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My hands grab the steering wheel, aims for a crowd |
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Horrorsome daemons trapped within |
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Bound by chromium, consumed by sin |
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There's a vortex in the fridge, the food flies about |
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Throttled by savages, I cannot get out |
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An unholy choir chants in my mind |
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Exposing predictions to destruct mankind |
