| walk with me my monster- but close those crusty eyes
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| the sounds i make may be abrasive- but youll be all right
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| turn off all your senses and pretend youre home
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| walk with me and you walk alone
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| YEAH!!!
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| AT THE SIGHT OF HIS SCALES
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| YOU START TO SHAKE
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| YOU CAN NEVER TRUST A SNAKE
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| AT THE SIGHT OF HIS SCALES
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| YOU START TO SCREAM
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| YOU CANT TRUST A FANGED THING
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| grain by grain — so hot ive lost it
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| echoes peck and gnaw at me
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| creep, i crawl — shake im breaking
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| creep and crawl -- theyre chasing me
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| SERPENTS!!!
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| and i feel, so cold
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| like the world just might explode
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| and if i open my mouth it will fill full of SAND
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| and i feel, so cold
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| like the world just might explode
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| and if i open my mouth it will fill full of SAND
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| AT THE SIGHT OF HIS SCALES
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| YOU START TO SHAKE
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| YOU CAN NEVER TRUST A SNAKE
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| AT THE SIGHT OF HIS SCALES
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| YOU START TO SCREAM
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| YOU CANT TRUST A FANGED THING
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| its safe to say ive finally lost it
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| the wells gone dry and abandoned me
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| creep, i crawl, begging droplets
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| of anything to comfort me
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| thirsty
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| laying in a hot desert |
| bitten by a poisonous snake
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| soft venom floods my veins
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| i have lost my heartbeat
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| my poor pulse is quivering
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| and ive lost control
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| descending to my ending
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| a perilous black hole
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| the rivers run dry and so has my veins
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| im a filthy animal begging for change
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| nothing i do is going as planned
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| NOTHINGS LEFT OF ME BUT FUCKING SAND
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| NOTHINGS LEFT OF ME BUT FUCKING SAND
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| the sun explodes, so slow
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| i feel the flames and i see the snow
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| all thats left of my mind is sea of sand
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| the sun explodes, so slow
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| i feel the flames and i see the snow
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| all thats left of my mind is sea of sand
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| and everybodys celebrating!
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| ive lost my way
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| desperate for change
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| pursued by snakes
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| bearing my name
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| ive lost my way
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| my skins dry and baked
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| fearing ill fade
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| im the snake
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| i walk with my monster- he beats me down
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| bestial and savage thoughts- his arms are long
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| cant get up, cant get up- nothings as planned
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| nothings left of me but FUCKING SAND! |