| My mind envisions a new scene
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| Infecting the mainstream, with the Friday the 13th, mixed with Halloween
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| Spill it on your screen
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| Let it bump through your speakers
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| Till you pause mesmerized like a deer up in the high beams
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| Walkin' through a daydream, maybe you’re asleep
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| Fuck it I don’t think it matters when you’re becoming a creep
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| What’s on my mind? |
| Horror, death, blood and violence
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| Divided by antrum, two moments of silence
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| Where I sit alone in a room in a chair and I stare
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| Into a mirror and communicate with a monster that’s there
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| And I’m scared to prepare the harness of death he requests
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| But it hurt cause he keeps blowing his way inside of my chest
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| And my mind says «Ah stop, it doesn’t really hurt
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| Shrug it off, don’t be a pussy, go put another shirt»
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| A few drops of blood that bleed from me all the time
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| Put down the knife, for now
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| That’s all my mind says while I’m dying
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| I don’t think you’re ready for goin' in my head
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| Instead you got a better chance of waking up the dead
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| Or maybe finding a monster living under your bed
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| Or unlocking the door that you’ve been really afraid to go in
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| Pop a ouji board on the floor with a friend
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| And contact the dead and let the questions begin
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| I’m so much worst than sin
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| So they keep me all locked up so you’ll never see me again
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| Feel like I’m always in a battle, it’s gettin' harder to handle
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| Like dripping wax from a candle, all I think about is hurting people
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| I’m not a hero, but they’re callin' me super evil
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| So I walk around with a cape and a xanax
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| Better keep me strapped to the mattress
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| And hope I never wake up from my dream with a sadness
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| But all I ever seem to see is a cloud of blackness
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| And my reality is just a catfish |