| I’ve seen a living nightmare
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| The faceless monster from my lucid dreams
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| He’s never what he seems
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| A dead end road, no outlet
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| Selling your soul, your self-inflicting
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| Unforgiving purgatory
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| Such a fake, I see the smoke on the mirrors
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| A faint illusion of a true friend that was dear to me
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| Just a leech, just a fake, just a figure dear to me
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| Just put the gun in your mouth, load the bullet, pull the trigger
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| Your heart is desolate
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| You ran the river dry, you ran the river dry
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| Such a shame, childish games you always have to play
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| I’m fucking done with you but he’s not done with me
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| He screams for help
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| Take me, I swear there’s no way to save me
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| Thinking of giving up lately
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| 'Cause I’m really starting to hate these voices
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| Take it from me; |
| you’ll stop listening eventually
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| When you see it’s just blasphemy, oh
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| Take it from me; |
| you’ll stop listening eventually
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| When you see it’s just blasphemy
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| You can try to cover up the lies, it’s no surprise
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| I don’t believe your petty alibis
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| I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes
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| I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light
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| I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes
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| I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light
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| Take me, I swear there’s no way to save me
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| Thinking of giving up lately
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| 'Cause I’m really starting to hate these voices
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| Take me, I swear there’s no way to save me
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| Thinking of giving up lately
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| 'Cause I’m really starting to hate these voices
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| Vultures that sit back with their hands wide open
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| The sycophant that feeds on me
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| That feeds on me
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| That feeds on me |