| In the dwindling twilight time is unwinding, lines are blurred
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| Under the guise of a child into your Nightmare I’ve been lured
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| Like a puppet, tied and hung up tightly bound
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| Your strings I’ve been strung to, I dream that I’d run away from you if my feet
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| could feel the ground
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| Now I’m out of the woods, safe and sound as I board up the doors
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| But once I’m in the clear, and free of all fear, I find that I’m hungry for more
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| The hunt has begun, hold onto your hats, If it isn’t knives, it’s eyes in your
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| back
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| So whether or not you’re friendly with rats, pretend you’re a mouse in a house
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| full of cats
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| Pale is the prison they doomd me to dwell
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| With room for just one, but two in a cll
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| The dusk is upon us, I knew as it fell
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| That darkness is honest, are you to yourself?
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| With my thoughts are distorted and body dysmorphed into monstrous forms of the
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| awfullest sorts
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| We’re locked up with dolls and their hollowed out corpses, all haunted by
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| hunger, the omniscient force
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| So often my reveries are littered with the debris of my hopes and dreams
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| As we all grow to be old and bitter, a tale foretold in broken screens
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| How blinding the glare, your mind is so weak
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| I’d like you to share this Nightmare with me
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| I hide in my hood, not to show you my eyes
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| I know that I’ll fail with no coattail to ride
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| Mannequin paired with marionette
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| In dissonant discord our deadly duet
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| We’re lost in a lullaby, slumbering away
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| Where sins remain hidden, but rarely they stay
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| It was only in my shadow that I’d finally found a friend
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| Till the light that bound us let go and the devil took my hand
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| As she closed my eyes remind me once again
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| What’s the dreamer’s lie? |
| «Every Nightmare has an end»
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| Beware the dreamer’s lie, every Nightmare has an end
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| Or you’ll be where the dreamers lie, some Nightmares never end
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| I sleep like the dead, nonetheless, I am lucid
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| If dreams have a meaning, perhaps I should tune in
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| To the signal that beckons, familiar it seems
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| Be silent, you might see yourself in its beams
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| A knife or a noose is with what you’ll be met
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| If you try to play nice and stick out your neck
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| I thrive in the shadows, untrusting of light
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| Be warned if you join me, it’s just for a bite
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| I’d rather be lost and lonely
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| Cause friends aren’t meant to last
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| Thought you finally got to know me
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| But you’ve only met the mask
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| Bad is my dream where the grass is quite green
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| Turned into a pasture of mesmerized sheep
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| I’d count them, but why should I bother
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| In the end they’re all meant to be slaughtered
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| It was only in my shadow that I’d finally found a friend
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| Till the light that bound us let go and the devil took my hand
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| As she closed my eyes remind me once again
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| What’s the dreamer’s lie? |
| «Every Nightmare has an end»
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| Beware the dreamer’s lie, every Nightmare has an end
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| Or you’ll be where the dreamers lie, some Nightmares never end |