| On a summer night I took a walk
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| Out in the fields where the grass snakes hide
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| Six years old, tall as a chair
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| Found the trapdoor hidden from sight
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| Fell into the blackness, seemed like hours
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| I hit the ground on a sea of skulls
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| There was no treasure, just stolen souls
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| Taken years ago down this endless hole
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| Man must kill to live or quench his thirst
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| Let’s go back to the source where it first came from
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| Looked death in the eyes, falling stalactites
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| Then burnt by a light as angels flew by
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| Who pulled me back up to the moonlit sky
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| Covered in dust, it was hard not to cry
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| Man must kill to live or quench his thirst
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| Let’s go back to the source where it first came from
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| Falling through trapdoors wherever I go
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| Kicking and screaming 'cause nobody knows
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| There’s always a trapdoor wherever you step
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| Keep your eyes open, you deserve what you get
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| Keep your eyes open, you deserve what you get
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| Keep your eyes open, you deserve what you get |