| The way you make it is the way you pay it
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| In the end, no need to fake it
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| The deeds of yesterday still haunt
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| Must have been hell of a jaunt
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| And the pressure builds inside
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| The ghouls are crawling
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| The walls are falling
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| You cannot move or scream now
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| Lying there helpless
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| Chained and defenseless
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| Frightened you wonder why and how
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| Oh no, we’ve been riding
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| Once again to glide into the pits where darkness shines
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| Down low, now I’m hiding
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| Feeling like I’m dying
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| Surely we had such good time
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| On the brink of delusion
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| Was it real or illusion?
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| I couldn’t tell, maybe I was just raving
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| Seeing wierd figures in the dark
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| Coming to grab me with their paralysing touch of sick revenge
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| The ghouls are crawling
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| The walls are falling (on you)
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| No matter what you try to do
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| Lying there helpless
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| Chained and defenseless
|
| Frightened you wonder why and how
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| Oh no, we’ve been riding
|
| Once again to glide into the pits where darkness shines
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| Down low, now I’m hiding
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| Feeling like I’m dying
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| Surely we had such good time
|
| Oh no, we’ve been riding
|
| Once again to glide into the pits where darkness shines
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| Down low, now I’m hiding
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| Feeling like I’m dying
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| Surely we had such good time
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| Oh no, we’ve been riding
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| Once again to glide into the pits where darkness shines
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| But still we rise with vengeance from demise
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| And surely we’ll have such good time
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| All systems showed
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| Plague overload
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| Again on the road — with plague overload |