| Tongue so dry and glance completely lost
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| Feeling insane, out of control
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| Dreaming of a welcoming coffin
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| My screams born from your mouth
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| Keep on watching me, keep on watching me
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| I hate what he is doing to you during
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| These two hours of nothingness
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| Reeks of Darkened Zoopsia
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| I can smell you through my eyes
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| Your dirty sweat is a blessing to me
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| Reeks of Darkened Zoopsia
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| The masquerade is going on, you innocent disposal
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| All the clowns have stopped laughing
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| They watch the dead animal’s parade
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| The smiling filthy little beasts
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| Relaxing and terrifying
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| They’re just still, frozen by absence of life
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| Creatures of the sewers, slowly returning to dust
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| The whole scene suddenly fades
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| To black and comes back again
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| Shining and painful
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| My bowels are killing me
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| Burning from inside, close to explode
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| The sight is disturbing and so obsessive
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| The masquerade is going on, ravaging you again and again
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| The clowns are now long gone
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| On your innocence fall the curtains
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| Two hours of an unbearable show
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| Come back to me kitty
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| Don’t leave me alone |