| Back to where you used to work and drew all night and day
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| Fun afternoons with cute cartoons, a chipper happy face
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| Whatever your imagination wants to crystalize
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| Put the pen to paper, it might just come to life
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| Please, pardon our appearance, we’re improving, don’t you know?
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| And these old halls began to fall so long before you showed
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| Now won’t you be pal and grab a few things that we need?
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| With your dedication, we’ll kick start this machine
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| Now you woke the dancing demon
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| You won’t last through this evening
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| You woke the dancing demon
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| You are never leaving
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| There are parts to a machine, go find them where they lay
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| One by one, they power up the tools of your dismay
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| Run and hide in case the dancing demon comes to play
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| Swinging to a melody as your life fades away
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| Bear witness to your horned creation as he follows you
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| There’s snapping and toe-tapping in the old projector room
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| The tension levels rising high like pressure in a gauge
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| Because the moving pictures are coming out their frames
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| So grab an axe and take a swing, the fun has now begun |
| Oh no, my friend, it’s not the end, we’re just on Chapter One
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| 'Cause our creator lied to us, the sickness replicates
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| Now you know what it’s like to be the one betrayed
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| Now you woke the dancing demon
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| You won’t last through this evening
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| You woke the dancing demon
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| You are never leaving
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| There are parts to a machine, go find them where they lay
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| One by one, they power up the tools of your dismay
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| Run and hide in case the dancing demon comes to play
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| Swinging to a melody as your life fades away
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| Your time has passed, now we are in control
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| Were once director, now you’re in a horror show
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| When you play God, reap what you sow
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| Only gets darker the further you go
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| Powered up, started the ink, let it flow
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| Now you woke the dancing demon
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| You woke the dancing demon
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| You woke the dancing demon
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| Your life fades away
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| There are parts to a machine, go find them where they lay
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| One by one, they power up the tools of your dismay
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| Run and hide in case the dancing demon comes to play
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| Swinging to a melody as your life fades away |