| Accursed sleep,
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| with its glimpse of death.
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| Malignant midnight confined.
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| Against its grip,
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| insomnia keeps.
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| paranoia eroding my mind… Ooo!
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| All my life is just a mausoleum,
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| from the cradle to the grave.
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| Catalepsy, black Museum.
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| If I awake,
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| please save me!
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| Meticulous plans came to nothing,
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| laid to rest by sabotage.
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| Coffin walls hemmed in around me, lungs fit to burst enlarge.
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| Finger nails tearing at the ceiling,
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| blood pumping loud in my ears.
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| Fighting back the nausea in me,
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| choking back the strangled cries
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| and tears.
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| Is there anybody out there?
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| To answer my tortured prayer.
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| Don’t let this be my passing,
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| free me from this nightmare.
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| That’s your funeral,
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| premature burial.
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| That’s your funeral,
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| premature burial.
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| Left to rot under the soil,
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| claustrophobia running wild.
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| One match to light up the darkness, shrouding me reconciled.
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| Up above something is pounding,
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| calling louder spade crunching earth. |
| Open up the lid of my salvation,
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| raised as I clamber to rebirth.
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| (Repeat bridge and chorus)
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| Who did this to me?
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| Infamous profanity.
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| Bloody vengeance is my right,
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| someone must pay the ultimate price tonight.
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| (Repeat bridge and chorus) |