| What is one to do when no one takes you by the hand
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| This nervous condition / shadows play across the wall
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| In certain lights I can see a different shade
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| The pattern crawls / the pattern calls
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| Why must I be the one that has to suffocate
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| Why must I linger / every moment filled with
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| Lies, remove the lies / lies, see the lies
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| Beyond the lies / the truth is written in her face
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| A formless figure / at the edge of vision
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| Skulking, hiding / in this solemn, sleepy place
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| A lurid orange / a sickly sulphur tint
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| Why must I stay / everything’s a mystery
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| Mental chains / every moment filled with
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| Lies, remove the lies / lies, see the lies
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| Behind the pattern the shapes grow clearer every day
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| It’s like a bad dream / she is standing on the road
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| Shake the bars / shake it hard in the moonlight
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| Yellow walls / soon I will break out
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| Unblinking eyes / follow every move I make
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| She advances´/ every moment filled with
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| Lies, see through the lies / lies, see the lies
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| Everything will be OK / every wall will decay |