| With this new weapon I ran through the maze, feeling inspired
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| My lamp and its blue trail guiding my gaze
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| As I sloshed through the mire
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| Getting closer now I see some stairs
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| The blue residue leading me there
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| Inhuman shrieks I can hear through the haze, condition dire
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| Hearing the horrors, what lies past this doorway?
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| When you dance with the devil, you risk your soul and your life
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| A trial by fire doing battle with the beast
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| Kill the beast or lose your wife
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| Soul or your life — son or your wife-a terrible destiny
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| I opened the door I was stunned by my eyes, it had to be fiction
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| There in the center the beast was alive, defying description
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| Worse than imagined huge and grotesque
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| Razor like mouth in the midst of its chest
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| People in cages hung from the skies, with the affliction
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| The monster was feeding-and also breeding
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| A choice that should never be
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| It’s a symphony of sin
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| There is no good solution, there’s no way to win
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| A symphony, a symphony of sin
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| The beast ripped the cages they crashed from the ceiling
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| Then creatures spilled out at me
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| I drew my revolvers and blasted away
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| At twisted shapes of humanity
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| My eye on their master they came at me faster
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| Killing another I climbed to the balcony
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| I threw down a bookcase crushing the mutate
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| And thought out loud now it’s just you and me
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| Slashing and whipping and flailing away
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| It tore at the railing, I ran the other way
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| Timber was splintered and masonry cracked
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| I barely avoided these vicious attacks
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| I desperately daringly swung across the room
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| Grabbing the chains from the cages of doom
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| It’s a symphony of sin
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| There is no good solution, there’s no way to win
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| A symphony, a symphony of sin
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| It’s a symphony of sin, he kept playing it over and over again
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| That symphony, that symphony of sin
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| Now from behind saw that spot on its head start to glow brighter
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| I drew the weapon and prayed to my god, and felt it igniting
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| I felt it attack like a spike through my lobe
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| Grabbing my head like brain would explode
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| Pulling the trigger I fired at the beast and blackness took over
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| I fell into darkness-from its psionics |