| Everybody’s got a skeleton in their closet
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| But my closet happens to be inside of my head like a pocket
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| Behind of my eye socket, right in line with my mind
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| And I’m tryin' to lock it away, but it’s comin' back everytime
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| And I can feel it gettin' stronger, hopin' I live no longer
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| Choking myself while I’m having visions it’s all over but it’s not
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| And I wake up everytime and I’m still haunted in my mind
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| Listen close you can hear it whispering (die!)
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| If you live in a haunted house you can leave it
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| If you hear ghost stories choose not to believe it
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| My dilemma’s deeper try to perceive it
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| My head is haunted, can you conceive it?
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| I’m screaming at random, shit is terrifying
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| Right, left outta the blue I start crying
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| I saw an exorcist but he quit the case
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| I bit off his cheek and then spit it in his face
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| Living in my mind (I'm forever haunted)
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| Nothing they’ve defined (Always I am taunted)
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| Will they ever let me go?
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| With them I’ve combined (Beside by the wanted, no)
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| Fear creeps over me
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| Pupils dilate
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| Pale I become now
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| Face with wild hate
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| What is it?
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| Impairing me
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| Daring me to take another breath
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| (Come on doc you’re scaring me to death!)
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| Let’s get it over
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| Shit is gettin' colder
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| Everything I’ve told her
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| Lost in the roll up
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| Story getting older
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| Call me the corroder
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| Decaying, laying on the grim reaper’s shoulder
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| I close my eyes and I’m face to face with a poltergeist
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| Not a polar bear but my temperature, it’s cold as ice
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| I got a head on me, filled up with 50 entities
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| Summon kinetic energy, shock me with electricity
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| And I’m haunted just like a host
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| That’s entertaining a bank with up at least a 100 ghosts
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| All seen it just like a scene of a massacre
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| My head is moving
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| Think that they’re driving and I’m the passenger
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| At least three ghosts occupy my brain
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| One is the saint, two are insane
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| They beat down the good ghost and torture is a constant
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| I thought it might help, moved in to a convent
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| Now I get nosebleeds and migrane shakes
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| I drink holy water, snort blessed rice cakes
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| Whatever it takes but it doesn’t know harm
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| They takeover, I’m in the corner chewing on my arm!
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| Is it all in my head? |
| Taunting me, haunting me
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| Want to see everyone dead simultaneously
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| Light the match, choke the flame, fire rain is insane
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| Shadows inside are addicted to pain
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| Bang my head off the floor
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| Shove it in between the door
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| Broke my nose, it don’t stop still wanting more
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| I’m bloody and bruised by my own apparition
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| This is my life, my unstable condition
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| Lotus!
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| (Come on doc, you’re scaring me to death) |