| There’s something wrong
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| In this village where nightmares are made of
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| There’s something wrong
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| Bloodshed in the night, who can save me from the village?
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| There’s something wrong in the village
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| Nightmares will spawn in the village
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| What a place, what a time, losing your head and your heart
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| To the fear of death, wondering when is my sentence
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| Do I bother giving repentance?
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| Through the shadow of death, how am I still living?
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| Dead in the darkness, alive, and it’s walking
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| But I got a grip, who am I even kidding?
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| Man blood, yeah you can never run
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| They will find you, they’re always on the hunt
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| Shoot and run, grab some guns, blood, I’ll spill me some
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| Shadows dark, fearful heart, always feeling numb
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| There’s something wrong
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| In this village where nightmares are made of
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| There’s something wrong
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| Bloodshed in the night, who can save me from the village?
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| The village
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| Yeah, I know I can be better than those
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| Who were destined to death before me
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| These creatures are stirring behind all doors
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| Idea of death seems old and maybe it’s starting to bore me
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| I lied, darkness consumes my mind, rules my life, take me now
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| No, I must survive, I can kill it, been through biohazardous situations
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| It’s toxic but I can deal with it, I’ll run, run, seek out the one
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| Holding me hostage, let 'em know that I’ve won, stunned
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| Finger on the trigger of my gun, tired of the village and what I’ve become
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| Shadows in my mind growing stronger, will I survive much longer?
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| There’s something wrong
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| In this village where nightmares are made of
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| There’s something wrong
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| Bloodshed in the night, who can save me from the village? |