| Leave no eye open
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| To weep for the fallen
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| A strange stillness
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| Has started to sink in
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| Inside the wall is scum and trash
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| Blind from birth, only see what they lack
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| Outside these walls, filth and shame
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| Standing on unmarked asylum graves
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| Something in the walls
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| I hear them scratch, I hear them crawl
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| Something in the walls
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| The lurking fear has trapped them all
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| When you’re in league with vermin and bums
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| It’s no surprise all you get is crumbs
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| When you’re the worst, the worst of all kinds
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| No one’s shocked you’re trapped inside
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| Something in the walls
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| I hear them scratch, I hear them crawl
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| Something in the walls
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| The lurking dread has trapped them all
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| Something in the walls
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| Blessed are the blind that feed them well
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| Rats, rats |