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A mansion was built on a foundation so black. |
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Appearance was flawless, with evil intent. |
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Pain in the concrete and hate pouring out. |
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Blueprints existing from a place beyond all. |
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Ravishing landmark exterior beauty, |
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hiding those secrets in rigid grey walls. |
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Remains laid to rest buried deep within, |
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twisting and turning in grotesque deformities. |
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Letting you in then grasps for your soul, |
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ripping and tearing your mind into shreds. |
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In these walls they will appear, |
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draining your life. |
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You'll never be sane again. |
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In these walls they will appear, |
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draining your life. |
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You'll never be sane again. |
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Windows like wounds, roof made of scales. |
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True eyes could see, you have to believe. |
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Inch by inch, expanding the limits, |
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devouring the ground with no hesitation. |
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Ravishing landmark exterior beauty, |
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hiding those secrets in rigid grey walls. |
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Remains laid to rest buried deep within, |
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twisting and turning in grotesque deformities. |
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Letting you in then grasps for your soul, |
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ripping and tearing your mind into shreds. |
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In these walls they will appear, |
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draining your life. |
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You'll never be sane again. |
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In these walls they will appear, |
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draining your life. |
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You'll never be sane again. |
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In these walls they will appear, |
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draining your life. |
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You'll never be sane again. |
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In these walls... |