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Walk with me my monster, but close those crusty eyes |
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The sounds I make may be abrasive, but you'll be all right |
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Turn off all your senses and pretend you're home |
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Walk with me and you walk alone |
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Yeah! |
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At the sight of his scales |
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You start to shake |
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You can never trust a snake |
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At the sight of his scales |
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You start to scream |
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You can't trust a fanged thing |
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Grain by grain, so hot I've lost it |
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Echoes peck and gnaw at me |
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Creep, I crawl, shake I'm breaking |
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Creep and crawl, they're chasing me |
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Serpents! |
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And I feel, so cold |
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Like the world just might explode |
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And if I open my mouth it will fill full of sand |
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And I feel, so cold |
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Like the world just might explode |
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And if I open my mouth it will fill full of sand |
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At the sight of his scales |
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You start to shake |
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You can never trust a snake |
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At the sight of his scales |
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You start to scream |
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You can't trust a fanged thing |
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It's safe to say I've finally lost it |
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The wells gone dry and abandoned me |
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Creep, I crawl, begging droplets |
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Of anything to comfort me |
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Thirsty |
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Laying in a hot desert |
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Bitten by a poisonous snake |
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Soft venom floods my veins |
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I have lost my heartbeat |
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My poor pulse is quivering |
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And I've lost control |
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Descending to my ending |
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A perilous black hole |
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The rivers run dry and so has my veins |
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I'm a filthy animal begging for change |
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Nothing I do is going as planned |
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Nothings left of me but fucking sand |
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Nothings left of me but fucking sand |
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The sun explodes, so slow |
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I feel the flames and I see the snow |
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All thats left of my mind is sea of sand |
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The sun explodes, so slow |
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I feel the flames and I see the snow |
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All thats left of my mind is sea of sand |
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And everybody's celebrating! |
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I've lost my way |
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Desperate for change |
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Pursued by snakes |
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Bearing my name |
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I've lost my way |
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My skins dry and baked |
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Fearing I'll fade |
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I'm the snake |
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I walk with my monster, he beats me down |
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Bestial and savage thoughts, his arms are long |
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Can't get up, can't get up, nothing's as planned |
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Nothing's left of me but fucking sand |
