| An unlucky dip in the bargain bin
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| A ghostly tape with daemons within
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| Written on the label was an ancient hand
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| Told of distant times and of worrisome lands
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| I played it backwards then in reverse
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| It told me things that were perverse
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| Evil voices, evil hands
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| Evil voices, evil commands
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| Who what would have thought my hand could do that
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| Gave me a wedgie, set fire to my flat
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| They start up quiet but end up talking loud
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| My hands grab the steering wheel, aims for a crowd
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| Horrorsome daemons trapped within
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| Bound by chromium, consumed by sin
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| Evil voices, evil hands
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| Evil voices, evil commands
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| There’s a vortex in the fridge, the food flies about
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| Throttled by savages, I cannot get out
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| An unholy choir chants in my mind
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| Exposing predictions to destruct mankind
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| Evil voices, evil hands
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| Evil voices, evil commands |