| Oh doctor, please elaborate
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| Why this pitch black soul
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| has taken control over me?
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| So tell me now, how am I supposed to feel
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| When they bow down like slaves and carry a torch for me?
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| I am a saint with a sinner heart
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| Pitch black from the start
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| Splattered on a shining star.
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| It’s haunting me again
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| Trapped in this loophole to infinity
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| Please make it stop, just let it end
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| Fall from the top, let’s play pretend.
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| Of those many things I hide
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| The worst one’s buried deep inside
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| Those demons took my will to fight.
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| Is this hell or high water?
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| So many times I’ve faltered
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| Now this creature went out of control.
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| I can see them dancing in the palm of my hands.
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| They’re dancing to my tune, again and again.
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| Even if I was born again,
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| The circle wouldn’t find it’s end, oh no
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| That make-believe, all that pretend
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| I tried. |
| I can’t. |
| I can’t. |
| I can’t.
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| No. Those demons took my will to fight.
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| This creature went out of control.
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| Blessed, but possessed.
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| Praised as saint, but insane.
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| Get me out of my mind,
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| Get me out of my. |
| Mind! |
| Mind!
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| I am everything and nothing.
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| A ghost that can’t exist.
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| I am a king with a leash around my wrist. |