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A man exists alone hidden by a shell touched in such a wicked way |
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No one could ever tell is what he sees for real? |
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Or only in his mind? |
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The staring of the old man's eyes chills him deep inside |
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It is the eye that will destroy him |
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Stuck in the mind it is the eye |
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That will destroy me stuck in my mind |
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He plots the awful deed, he know it must be done |
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Precision of a madman's mind his goal is only one |
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Is what he sees for real, the evil eye, the sun |
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His pain and fear must lay to rest piece by piece it's done |
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It is the eye that will destroy him |
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Stuck in the mind it is the eye |
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That will destroy me stuck in my mind |
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Twisting and tortured scars on my brain |
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No one can touch me in here |
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Trapped, fighting, driven to kill |
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Forced to live with my fear |
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When will it end? |
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What can I do? |
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Who will believe? |
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Why is this fear haunting me? |
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The end is the cure, the only way out |
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To numb the source of my pain |
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Death to life is insanity the anger is growing again |
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When will it end? |
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What can I do? |
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Who will believe? |
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Why is this fear haunting me? |
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How can he stand to bear the pounding of his heart? |
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Something really must be done before he's torn apart |
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Is what he hears for real, the heartbeat in his head |
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I hear the pounding of his heart, but |
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I know the man is dead |
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It is the eye that will destroy him |
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Stuck in the mind it is the eye |
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That will destroy me stuck in my mind |
