| A man exists alone hidden by a hill touched in such a wicked way
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| No one could ever tell
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| Is what he sees for real or only in his mind
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| The staring of the old man’s eye chills him deep inside
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| It is the eye that will destroy him
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| Stuck in my mind
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| It is the eye that will destroy me Stuck in my mind
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| He plots the awful deed he knows it must be done
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| Precision of a mad man’s mind his goal is only one
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| Is what he sees for real, the evil eye the sun
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| His pain and fear must lay to rest, piece by peace it’s done
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| Twisting tortured scars on my brain, no one can touch me in here
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| Trapped fighting driven to kill, forced to live with my fear
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| When will it end, what can I do, who will believe why is this fear
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| Haunting me The end the cure the only way out, to numb the source of pain
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| Death to life is insanity, the anger is growing again
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| When will it end, what can I do, who will believe, why is this fear
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| Haunting me How can he stand to bear the pounding of his heart
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| Something really must be done before he’s torn apart
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| Is what he hears for real, the heart beat in his head
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| I hear the pounding of this heart, but I know the man is dead |