| I’ll reap what I sew tomorrow
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| Nothing left to do
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| Which pill will I pick to swallow?
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| Is it red or blue?
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| Burn the pages of the past
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| As I choke on smoke and ash
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| Your fading footsteps, I follow
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| Evil within you
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| Prepare the bath
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| I’m ready to cleanse
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| I’m sending myself back
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| Into that wretched dimension again
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| Remember, playin' detective isn’t effective
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| When in the stem
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| Reality has bent and demented
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| By Evil Within
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| All that alcohol neglected
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| Withdrawals have got my job affected
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| I’ve fallen farther than expected
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| To what kind of test am I subjected?
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| Whatever’s left of my family — protect it!
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| And the memories of death I never accepted
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| But I still haven’t repented
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| And she’ll never let me forget it
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| Don’t wake me up
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| My grave is dug
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| How much I hate what I’ve become
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| Don’t wake me up
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| Just pull the plug
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| Filled with regret for all I’ve done
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| Though I repent (She won’t forget)
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| That’s not enough (Your eyes are shut)
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| Cuz I’ve made my bed (Now lay to rest)
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| So don’t wake me up
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| One flash can capture a moment
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| You’ve become my muse
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| Immortalized — time is frozen
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| Penance is refused
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| Dream of demons creepin' nearer
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| Could it simply be the mirror?
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| But should that glass end up broken.
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| You might see the truth
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| Felt the fire, now your mind is sober
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| Embers left behind, now let them smolder
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| Art is in the eyes of the beholder
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| Witness my design, your blood runs colder
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| It’s time for my guilt to let go
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| Or I can’t progress
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| I know it’s all in my head though
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| Evil manifests
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| I’m not one for superstition
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| The writing on the wall is written
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| Fall asleep and wake in hell
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| It’s the one you’ve made yourself |