| She opens her eyes
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| Her face is covered in blood
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| She appears to be surrounded by twisted trees
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| In this abysmal dream
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| Under a toxic blood red sky
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| Ghostly clouds quickly passing by
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| «Please! |
| Can someone tell me
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| This place wherein I dwell-
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| Where does it reside between heaven and hell?
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| Am i dead?»
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| «Am I dead?»
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| But her questions merely echo away into nothingness
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| There are voices calling her name
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| From the blackest corners of this phantasmal void
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| «Gretel, join us! |
| Join us! |
| Join us in death.»
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| Malevolent entities shaped and twisted in hideous ways
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| No mind of human kind could have architected such an infernal place
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| Under a toxic blood red sky
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| Ghostly clouds quickly passing by
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| «Please! |
| Can someone set me free!
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| I’m being held in a nightmare
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| I’m kept in purgatory!»
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| Finally she stumbles on this trail
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| Made of candy
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| Like a hungry bird feeding on crumbs of bread
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| Consuming them one by one
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| She hopes this is the trail of delicacies leads towards
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| A better place ahead
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| But no, it lead her further and further into darkness
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| It reeks on burning flesh
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| Then the trail suddenly ends
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| There’s a dark presence lurking in the shadows
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| It just entered purgatory
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| Because the body was cauterized within the fires of reality
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| The spectral corpse of the clown is heavily burned
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| Her brother’s murderer has returned…
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| A stifling feeling when his charred hands take hold to her
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| She cannot move
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| She cannot defend herself
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| When will this suffocating dream finally end?
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| The stench of burnt flesh becomes the smell of alcohol
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| And when her bastard father shuts the door behind him
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| She realizes: It was just a dream
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| The real nightmare continues in reality
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| There’s no place like home
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| There’s no place…
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| Like home… |