| Cover your mouth
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| The wolves at the door can hear you now
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| And I think I see eyes beneath your couch
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| So There’s knives in the kitchen
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| They’re stuck in the walls, go pull them down
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| We can still close our eyes if this goes south
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| Go say your prayers now
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| There’s cracks in the mirrors
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| Your secrets are spilling from your mouth
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| But there’s no going back from this point now
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| So The wallpaper’s peeling
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| I see your breath in the air, it’s shaped like words
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| And the blood in your eyes in shining
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| Your fingernails drag across the walls as you unlock the door
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| And now the wolves are shaped like people
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| Their eyelids are all fluttering
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| Their hands are never steady
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| And the rainclouds leak in through the chimney
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| They’re crawling up my back
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| I can’t stop laughing, can’t stop laughing
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| The wolves all dance across the ceiling
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| But the rhythm of their stops is like a heartbeat
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| Like a drumbeat
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| And I’m backing through the open doorway
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| This place is not for me It’s not my hell
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| I didn’t paint it So It’s written on the back of your hands
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| You know, you know
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| You’ve gotta pay for all the things you’ve ever thought
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| These bones are all you own
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| You’ve gotta pay for all the things you’ve ever lost
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| And then some
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| Now my head’s come off
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| And all I know is spilling out into the ground
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| I’m watching it grow
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| All these vines will choke me But I have to grin
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| It’s a fitting end for where this began
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| I woke through clouds of syrup
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| And the world looked fine
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| Bad dreams are nothing special
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| They happen all the time
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| At least I think so |