| Tappin' tombstones, sit in cemeteries impatiently
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| You await, you need your Ouija board to communicate
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| Some say a seance, a summoner summon the spirits
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| Others say only psychic powers are needed for you to hear it
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| In fear, in the disenchanted voices of beyond
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| In an effort to conversating with 'em, tell 'em they’re gone
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| They’re no longer in this plane of existence
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| Trapped in purgatory, still adjusting to the afterlife conditions
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| Or in search of the light to move to the next phase
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| Or continue with haunting the living, playing the game
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| Some reliving the same day, same way that they died
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| Confused and couldn’t move along if they tried
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| Some were never alive, not in this world, were told
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| Demonic spirits in search are possessing souls
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| So ask the lord to mend you with the white light
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| As we reach out on the other side, spirit talking at night
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| Join hands, gather 'round
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| Feel the table leave the ground
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| To the spirits we are bound
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| (I hear voices all around)
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| So nobody make a sound
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| (I said not to make a sound)
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| Hear the voices all around
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| (To the spirits we are bound)
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| Are you with us now?
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| (Are you with us now?)
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| «There's no escape… There’s no escape from this house.»
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| Gather 'round a table and join hands
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| Complete the circle and let the sanction begin
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| There’s only a couple of guidelines that you should follow
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| No video, no pics, no cups, or bottles
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| On top of my conduit
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| No tricks, I’ll swallow this liquid
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| And I get life from the breath I borrow
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| From different victims who come here
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| And some want to get a little bit closer
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| Probably looking for closure
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| Something a little bolder
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| Grab something and throw it across the room
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| The evil consume my very soul to control it
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| I got the feeling of doom when I envoke it
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| Something so ominous, through certain eyes, I provoke it
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| Chance to the die ever single time that I woke it
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| But I’m willing to try, so I keep drinking the potion
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| My eyes floating inside of my mind
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| Focused on making some kind of contact
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| With anything that I notice and fire back
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| Total darkness, pitch black
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| An open invitation for conversation
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| Now I’m hoping they talk back
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| Hold hands, don’t break the circle of unity
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| Don’t want 'em to think they can possess the likes of you and me
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| Are you with us right now?
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| If you are, make a sound, tell us your name
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| Can you make the Ouija move around?
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| Don’t be afraid, we just want to help you out
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| We’ve been told you’ve been haunting folks, what’s that all about?
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| Do you got something to say, a message of some sorts?
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| Well we’re about to break the circle and lay our hands on the Ouija board… |