| A significant time before the Little Nightmares
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| Invite theirself into your mind, there’s a life of black and white where
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| Things unspeakable will sneak before the Ink Machine
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| Begins to leak at all, we’ve seen it all before the Ink Machine
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| Begins to leak at all, we’ve seen it all before, wait, déjà vu
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| Feel like a child again, what age are you?
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| Life’s a game you cannot play half through, you’re trapped in it
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| 'Til after the credits roll, you’ll never know if you mastered it
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| How can I blend with friends when I don’t recognise the lingo?
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| I’m imbibing moonshine while the moonlight’s shining through my window
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| How can I blend with friends when I don’t recognise the lingo?
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| I’m imbibing moonshine while the moonlight’s shining through my window
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| Nothing here, sterilised
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| What can we see in the dark? |
| Pair of eyes
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| Like headlamps, headlines' terrorise
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| Fear freezes, paralyzed
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| Petrified pair of eyes, electric white, I checked, not blue, not verified
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| No hue, no spectral light, only unusual spectres, geists
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| Already prepared to die, but when are you prepared to live?
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| I see you’re prepared to lie, but the truth is rare to give
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| (Uh oh, uh oh)
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| Run and jump over sullen bumps
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| Under fallen trunks, hear a sudden thump
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| In the glum gloom, glowing glimmers zoom
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| 'Til you swear to yourself that they’re in the room
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| So travel keenly in need of your fear
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| Gravity unravels easily here
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| Gravel can keep your feet to your ear
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| Your ear to the ground, finger on the pulse
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| Eyes on the prize if you’re thinking it’s false
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| It’s probably too good to be lies, assaults
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| Upon your senses, censoring you mentally 'til you’re defenceless
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| It all depends if you’ll be friends with who you call your nemesis
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| Oh look, there’s a switch, so pull it and hope for the best bits
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| Ay, why you waiting for the class to get dismissed?
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| Everyone’s already left, perfection for a pessimist
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| The level of stress is rising, just like the pressure is
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| Father Jack, I’m out of facts and I don’t have a feck to give
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| How can I blend with friends when I don’t recognise the lingo?
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| I’m imbibing moonshine while the moonlight’s shining through my window
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| How can I blend with friends when I don’t recognise the lingo?
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| I’m imbibing moonshine while the moonlight’s shining through my window
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| Acid tongue, vinaigrette
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| Call out from high above, minaret
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| Dance with death, minuet
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| I’ve cut my strings, marionette
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| Been and left the light behind me, sillhouette
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| Dead in a breath, cigarette
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| Your skeleton’s a fleshy cage, you’re trapped inside it
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| How do you know that you don’t want to die until you’ve tried it?
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| (Ay up, ay up)
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| Feel like a child again, déjà vu, your skeleton’s a fleshy cage
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| You can’t F5 your life, dying won’t refresh the page
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| Life’s a sheet of melting ice, you’re sliding on in heavy skates
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| Faith is trying to believe that when it breaks, you’ll levitate
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| Some of us kneel down to pray, others just self-medicate
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| But the gravity of death won’t take a breath to hesitate
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| The fall of man affected his kids and now they’re left in Limbo
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| An original sin with no chariot to carry it, so swing low
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| Ay, why you waiting for the class to get dismissed?
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| Everyone’s already left, perfection for a pessimist
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| Balanced on a precipice with rap as fresh as lettuce is
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| Don’t get too existential or the feds will fetch an exorcist
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| How can I blend with friends when I don’t recognise the lingo?
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| I’m imbibing moonshine while the moonlight’s shining through my window
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| How can I blend with friends when I don’t recognise the lingo?
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| The light is dim though, living life in Limbo
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| I’m imbibing moonshine while the moonlight’s shining through my window |