| We’re always being watched
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| By dark figures of stones
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| We cannot move, we cannot hide
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| We’re eaten through our eyes
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| Gaze into the face of the monster
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| Do you cringe or do you stand strong?
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| Step away — you might be to close
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| If your in their reach, all will be lost
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| They are nightmares in the sky
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| Who will take away our sleep
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| We’re sharing the dreams
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| Of our dead forefathers
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| We don’t see them, but they see us
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| Grotesque gargoyles, they smile and laugh
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| Society is a place filled with statues
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| Always watching our moves
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| Motionless, but still in motion
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| They’ll haunt us both day and night
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| We don’t see them, but they see us
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| Grotesque gargoyles, they smile and laugh |