| Come around the back, bring the man inside
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| Put him in this box, beware of prying eyes
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| He’ll be waking soon, never tell a soul
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| There’s no turning back, but you already know
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| Dim the lights draw your attention to the tables
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| Read him his last rights while his resistance is disabled
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| Chain the prisoner to the silver one do as you’re told
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| Undress your wife and lay her on the one that’s made of gold
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| Something’s coming for them in the dead of the night
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| A nightmare that cannot be named — a creation
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| Not knowing they’re releasing hidden horrors
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| Inside all so that she can be saved-transformation
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| Throw the switch, it’s time to begin the procedure
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| Annabelle twitched, her body writhing like a seizure
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| It felt so soothing, something’s moving beneath the floor
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| Lights were flashing, both were thrashing upon death’s door
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| Annabelle was moaning with her eyes looking wild
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| Caught between pleasure and pain — a sensation
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| Next to her the prisoner was decaying inside
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| His skin turning blackened and stained — a mutation
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| Jarvis Felton was his name-transmutation
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| The crazy sound and lights that his machine had made
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| That chaos in the room now began to fade
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| Stand aside, l have to complete the procedure
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| Elliot cried, as he stuck her with a needle
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| A bright blue liquid, how he sticked it into her neck
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| Annabelle woke up, then rose up off the deck
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| Allistar had taken them on quite a ride
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| It all seemed to be so insane-a temptation
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| Felton’s body shrivelled up and painfully died
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| Smoke rising from his remains-desecration
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| In the fading light, I witnessed something strange
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| Clinging to her back, I thought I saw some things
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| Transformation |