| This voice inside my head
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| Beckoning and sweet
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| Razor wards on a silver plate
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| Sowing cursed seeds
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| Like a puppet on a string spinning in a crazy jig
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| Whirlwind of dementia building up inside of me
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| I behold the dead face on the padded walls
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| Mouths torn with silent screams at the madness grows
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| Disassembled and suppressed
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| Left in an empty shell
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| I see them, hear them, fear them, kill them!
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| Hatred burns through my skin
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| Leaving acid bitten sores
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| I’m bleeding, screaming, crying, dying!
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| Daymares wrapping me in blanket of my fears
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| Scared of my own shadow looming over me
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| Psychotic fantasy becomes so dangerously real
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| I’m in a world of pain and in a hell of bliss
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| Demon of mine, right through my eye
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| Sticking his forked tongue
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| Demon of mine, right through my eye
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| Sticking his forked tongue
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| He is cheering, he is sneering, he is jeering
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| Laughing his tail off!
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| He is cheering, he is sneering, he is jeering
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| Laughing his tail off!
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| Demon of mine, Demon of mine
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| I’m under his control
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| Demon of mine, Demon of mine
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| I’m under his control
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| I can feel him, I can hear him, I can’t kill him
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| Fear holds down my chest
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| I can feel him, I can hear him, I can’t kill him
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| Fear holds down my chest… |