| The screams are in my head
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| Like precious red victories
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| Waiting to erupt from the human cage
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| My Triumph is your misery
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| My patience will be rewarded
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| Each second an eternal feast
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| I sit, I dream, I savor every crimson moment
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| Before the shrieking is unleashed
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| There is no hate, there is no rage
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| Soon I’ll turn the dark, bloodsoaked page
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| These screams will be only for me
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| Like prisoners they’ll be set free
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| Lead: Coralles
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| Here we are behind soundproof doors
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| You and I, you’re down on all fours
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| Locked away, you will not be found
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| This place is death, just look around
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| I slit my wrist and smear the blood on your face
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| A mask of horror, a clotting embrace
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| And now it’s time for my climatic bliss
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| I’m ready for your screams to burst
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| So I rip the stitches from your lips |