| When you’re asleep where you hide from the truth,
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| Deep in you’re dreams of the mental abuse.
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| Standing in fire of blasphemies name, imaging me killing you,
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| Stabbing like pain, drive you insane, you have been cursed and the curse will
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| remain.
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| I wont forget and will haunt you to death, dance on your grave when you die.
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| Stifle your screams, me and my stare, over the edge into cries of despair,
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| Eyes are upon you, I wait you expose,
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| Then only then will my evil let go,
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| Yours for the asking has brought you ill will,
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| Enchanted nightmare I dream of you killed.
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| Curse you with evil and bad luck and death
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| Master of black arts inside of your head
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| Enchanted nightmare, you’ll never know peace till you die,
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| When you’re asleep which I don’t think you can,
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| I am the conscious that’s driving you mad,
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| Ever forever relentless and vain, suicide thought will be I.
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| Wanting your dead is all that I dream, for all the years that you ruined for me.
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| In every breath I will wish on you pain, your guilt will be your demise.
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| Lost in the scheme, storybook dream, still empty handed I promise to the,
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| Slowly it kills you, and without a sound, evil upon you forever and on,
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| Consensual victim of your own free will.
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| Enchanted nightmare my blood has been spilled.
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| Curse you with evil and bad luck and death
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| Master of black arts inside of your head
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| Enchanted nightmare, you’ll never know peace till you die. |