| We feed on empty hearts
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| We feed on empty hearts
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| We feed on empty hearts
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| I come home, and it’s just me
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| Everything is filtered and blue
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| Adjustin' to an alternate reality, through
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| My phone lights up, my heart beat stops
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| The hallways calm, and somethings wrong, it’s off
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| Freddy he’s in my house, an intruder, his whereabouts
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| Unknown bodies, he’s hidin', all alone, and I’m freakin' out
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| With my, eyes peeled, I watch close for that glow
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| Fingers snap, ready to zap, this freakshow
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| Loading up for calibration
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| We bring a special delivery
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| Here to find out your location
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| We bring a special delivery
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| We come to feast on your body parts
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| Alternate reality, we feed on empty hearts
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| Hearts, hearts, hearts, hearts, heart
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| We feed on empty hearts
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| Sittin' in my studio, hidin' from the beasts
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| Hopin' that my senses help me find some inner peace
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| They wait around the corners, 'til I falter, 'cause I will
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| Be that as it may, I’m gonna sit completely still
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| And hope they pass me in the darkness, evil is my own catharsis
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| Realizin' if I see 'em, first, they can’t hurt me, they’re harmless
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| So fuck these bitter things, and their sinister activity
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| I’m takin' on the night within this heinous new delivery
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| Killin' off your generation
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| We bring a special delivery
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| Leavin' you in isolation
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| We bring a special delivery
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| We come to feast on your body parts
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| Alternate reality, we feed on empty hearts
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| Hearts, hearts, hearts, hearts, hearts, hearts
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| We feed on empty hearts
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| We feed on empty hearts
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| We feed on empty hearts
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| We feed on empty hearts |