| God bless me
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| I’m senseless
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| And defenseless
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| In my sleep
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| Falling
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| Someone calling
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| Something crawling
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| Evil breed
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| The mind is open when the eyes are closed
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| When the other side appears
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| Like a paranormal overload
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| Stare into the face of fear
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| It comes at night
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| Screaming
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| Eyes are bleeding
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| Wicked feelings
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| Instant cold
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| Taken
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| I’m awakened
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| By forsaken
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| Tortured souls
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| Sense the spirit of the walking dead
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| The twilight people watching me
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| A silent whisper of a dying breath
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| I’m lying helpless in my bed
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| Wonder if the sun will ever rise again
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| Hearing voices in my head
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| As the dark of night is closing in
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| Too many hours too many nights
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| Of painful visions coming over me
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| Devoured by the inner fright
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| I’m scared to death of what the eyes can’t see
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| It haunts me
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| And I can’t flee
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| From the banshees of the dark
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| Breathless
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| Self a vicious
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| Sowing darkness in my heart
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| Feel the feeding of my sanity
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| I see the silhouette of souls
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| Lit the spark to my anxiety
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| Stare into the face of fear
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| It comes at night
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| Stare into the face of fear
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| It comes at night
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| God bless me
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| I’m senseless |