| In my youth the ghost stepped through me, and life was never quite the same
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| A new dark truth, a cursed recluse, left choking on the bitter shame
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| I force it down, down, down to the bottom of my soul but i still can’t hide
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| Superstition takes control and leaves me numb and paralyzed and now i realize
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| Something hallowed about this blackened beckoning
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| Lures me in and then devours me
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| This old ghost erodes what i once called my life
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| Smell the smoke as i burn in the blinding light
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| Hexed and blind in the dust of life, the shadows stretching over me
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| The mirror stares back, eyes stained black, the sun my mortal enemy
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| Screaming why, why, why the ghost she never seems to say
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| Paranoia burns my soul and now there’s nothing left to take, there’s nothing
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| left to take
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| Something hallowed about this blackened beckoning
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| Lures me in and then devours me
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| This old ghost erodes what i once called my life
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| Smell the smoke as i burn in the blinding light
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| Burn me alive in the blinding light |