| I took confession for my sins
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| The priest received me with
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| A hint of insolence
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| Like he’s some fuckin' saint of piety
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| I told him things I’ve never told
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| How I awoke and swore
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| I’d had the darkest dream
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| But it was real as real can be:
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| In the night I heard a scream
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| I ran out to the street
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| The moon a bloody yolk above me
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| I saw the beast with my own two eyes
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| I saw the beast and it spared my life
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| It saw something in me
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| I wish it hadn’t seen
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| I lived to tell the tale
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| So I could lead the little lambs to slaughter
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| «Who of you would care to see
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| The razor claws, the gnashing teeth!»
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| Oh please, the beast is near and dear
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| Your fears, it’s just a hall of mirrors—
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| Familiar freaks
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| Horror is a human being
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| In the night I heard a scream
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| I cried out for my love
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| Her nightgown strewn across the bedroom
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| I heard the beast in the barren night
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| I heard the beast and I realized
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| I’d damned myself again
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| Unleashed a demon kin
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| The darkness of a man
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| Can spread across a village like a virus
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| «Who of you would care to see
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| The Hitlers, the Mussolinis!
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| Fathers and sons locked in arms
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| Marching down your very street!»
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| Oh please, just turn on your TV
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| It’s there — it isn’t history
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| But soon we’ll be
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| Horror is a human being |