| From the manor a cutting whisper
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| Rising vapors through clocks of gold
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| Gilding fire unchain the demons
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| With undercurrents far too strong to hold
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| The sun burned out today
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| And fools are dancing in the rain
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| Scarred by the acid stain
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| And on the shelf a jar that holds my brain
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| Nightfall hunts us all from the shadows
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| Cynical beauty now lights the halls
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| Before the flicker there was only blackness
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| The end is coming and all my friends are dead
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| The sun burned out today
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| And fools are dancing in the rain
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| Scarred by the acid stain
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| And on the shelf a jar that holds my brain
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| Gripped by an empty world
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| Suffer the crushing weight
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| Madness will crawl inside
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| Alter the sober state
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| They’re feeding all the voices in my head
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| (Slowly we’re bled)
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| (Slowly we’re bled)
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| (Slowly we’re bled)
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| (Slowly we’re bled)
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| (Slowly we’re bled)
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| The Labyrinth hedges return to soil
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| Mother’s weeping will go unheard
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| The dove that once flew here through the mazes
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| Had seen the darkness and chose to take its life
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| The sun burned out today
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| And fools are dancing in the rain
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| Scarred by the acid stain
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| And on the shelf a jar that holds my brain
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| Gripped by an empty world
|
| Suffer the crushing weight
|
| Madness will crawl inside
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| Alter the sober state
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| They’re feeding on the voices in my head
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| They’re feeding on the voices in my head
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| They’re feeding on the voices in my head
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| They’re feeding on the voices in my head |