| I am afraid of the dark
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| Because that’s where I live
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| A body without meaning
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| My own disfigured limbs
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| I shall not speak of fear
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| But something far beyond it
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| A world which I’ve created
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| But in which I cannot live
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| A light surrounds my coffin
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| Where the meeting of two worlds collide
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| No skeleton to offer, hung upon a cross
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| I have doomed myself to stay paralyzed
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| The death of dream’s creation
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| Lord of the Flies
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| This tomb we call the earth cannot rectify
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| The nothingness of being
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| Lord of the Flies
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| Ties that will bind you unto me in death and in sleep
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| This is plague
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| The withered flesh of souls who have stopped searching
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| Never will you rest
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| Perhaps I am speaking from under a veil
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| My heart and I lay bleeding
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| Tears of angels who’ve failed
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| Children, come and take me by the hand
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| Then you will learn to understand
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| That fire is fire and sand is sand
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| Come take me by the hand
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| Lost in a thought called freedom
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| I seek a form of escape, I wake alone and weeping
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| To find my features erased
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| A light surrounds my coffin
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| Where the meeting of two worlds collide
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| No skeleton to offer, hung upon a cross
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| I have doomed myself to stay paralyzed
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| The death of dream’s creation
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| Lord of the Flies
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| This tomb we call the earth cannot rectify
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| The nothingness of being
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| Lord of the Flies
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| Ties that will bind you unto me in death and in sleep
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| This is plague
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| The withered flesh of souls who have stopped searching
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| Never will you rest, never will you rest
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| This is the world in which we live
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| The darkened path on which we crawl
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| Never to rise
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| We climb only to fall
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| I have made a land of resin
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| In my hand lies the key
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| You must take it |