| Insects, all these insects
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| They come crawling across your floor
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| They are lurking in every corner
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| You can’t ignore them anymore
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| Their eyes watch you while you’re sleeping
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| They colonise your very skin
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| Now you feel your throat constricting
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| Feel the panic kicking in
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| Insects, all these insects
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| That you face when you’re alone
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| All your failings, inhibitions
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| They take hold and don’t let go
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| Just like insects, a plague of insects
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| On the city streets below
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| All the swarming crowds of people
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| Multiplying, out of control
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| Neurotic revulsion
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| Subconscious compulsions
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| Infernal impulses
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| Such vivid hallucinations
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| Nightmarish fixations
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| Figments of your imagination
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| You don’t deserve love
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| You feel you’re worthless
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| In denial
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| Psychosis
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| Break the cycle
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| The power lies within
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself
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| You can’t run away from yourself |