| My eyes are seeing faces in the darkness
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| While my mind is seeing darkness in the light
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| The silent specters that only come out in the night
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| While I’m drowning in the blood of your survival
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| Keeping busy making nightmares of your dreams
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| My violent laughter is only drowned out by your screams
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| And where there’s peace of mind
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| You know there’s always lies
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| Another victim of your self-protection dies
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| When you ask if I’m afraid of seeing zombies
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| It’s the walking animations that I fear
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| The silent specters just waiting for sleep to appear
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| And when people ask me why I’m always grinning
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| It’s because I’m seeing faces in the walls
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| The silent shield of insomnia finally falls
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| And when there’s peace of mind
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| You know there’s always lies
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| Now that this mutant race has left you all behind
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| Another victim of your self-protecting lies
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| And when the battle’s over
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| Shackled in time and colder
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| And stamp your witness on the ground
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| Your earthly time elapsing
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| Wittiness the star collapsing
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| When lost in time is lost and found |