| I packed the bags below my eyelids
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| Soaked in ultraviolets, smoking Ultra-Violence
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| No compliance, oh I’m so defiant
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| (Vampires knock-knock, but I never let them in)
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| I packed the bags for frozen climates
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| Full of token triumphs, I show to those who spite it
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| Spineless, with their multiple disguises
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| (Vampires talk-talk, but I never question them)
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| They look so ugly on the inside
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| Giving me their lip while I’m swimming in the riptide
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| Ad-vice in my ear and out the other
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| Hearing what they mutter, peering from the shutters
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| Werewolves underneath, skin I wear, upper-teeth
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| Bicuspids coming like stalagmites, so fuck with me
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| In the company of wolves, you don’t trust the ones you know
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| So I’m low, a hundred feet below
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| Oh, I’m underneath the full moon, howling like the wolves do
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| With no dreams to chase (I'm still awake)
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| I’m underneath the full moon, howling like the wolves do
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| With no dreams to chase (I'm still awake)
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| Still awake, still awake, heavy-headed pillowcase
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| Mind racing figure-eights, I’m still awake, still awake
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| Still awake, up all night to kill the brain
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| Twenty shots kills the pain, I’m still awake
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| So I follow tracks to kill my prey
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| I call them that, I do it for the thrill, the chase
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| I’ll make ‘em feel my blade, I’ll make 'em pay
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| For what they did to me, I’ll never sleep (I'm still awake)
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| Beneath the window pane, staring at blackness wide-eyed
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| Oedipus Complex with the matricide
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| How many days did I waste on the mattress side?
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| I can’t decide
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| The sun don’t shine when I’m up all night
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| Somehow I’ve become so light
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| That I float, oh so slow, over oceans, troubled tides
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| Couple highs, seasoned lows, subtleties I love to find
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| Even though I’ve become so blind, feel so low but I’m up so high
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| Yeah, than I’ve ever been, it’s heaven-sent
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| Evanescing when I’m second-guessing my own rhetoric
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| Perfectionist with the sedative
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| Called melatonin and acetaminophen, that’s for my head again
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| I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
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| Dang, I’m still awake |