| A blue and blinding light
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| Is devouring the dark
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| Someone must be there, it’s no fancy
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| And no lark
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| Footsteps trail my moves
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| I turn around and no one’s there
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| Phantom hands that touch my back
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| A pungent smell is in the air
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| Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night
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| Revealing the truth
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| Sinister eyes
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| Deciphering the prophecy
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| Sinister eyes
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| Warning of catastrophe
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| Muddled hours are still lost, a weird
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| Module at my neck
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| Curious voice that talks to me
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| Piercing eyes that hit my back
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| A dream crawls through my sleep
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| A small and grayskinned seer
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| He talks about the universe, I fell
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| I’ve known him for a hundred years
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| Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night
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| Revealing the truth
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| Sinister eyes
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| Deciphering the prophecy
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| Sinister eyes
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| Warning of catastrophe
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| You wonder why there’s no contact
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| The man of science twists the truth
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| Politicians telling lies, these
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| Criminals have to lose
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| 2000 years of blood and death, no
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| Money will ever change the fate
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| Army, church and government, can’t
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| You fell their scornful hate?
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| Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night
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| Revealing the truth
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| Sinister eyes
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| Deciphering the prophecy
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| Sinister eyes
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| Warning of catastrophe |