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I can see nothing through my blurried sight... |
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Just hear the pain growling from inside... |
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I feel the needle tapping my vein... |
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I try to drop it but hear it calls again! |
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And I am master, ruler in my own world, |
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I am the judge and jury, |
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I reign and behold, |
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No one to chase me, sue me, hunt for my soul |
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In perfect world of mine... |
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What is that shadow crawling to me from the mist? |
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Or is it mirror, my reflection turned to beast? |
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What are these voices turning to the chilling scream? |
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Is it reality or is it just a dream? |
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They say they will cure it. |
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They say "he'll endure it" |
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They've done it thousand times before. |
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Locked up - no temptation, kept in isolation, |
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They say "The beast will come no more!" |
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But someday doors are opened, |
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Someday <i>[he'll]</i> cherish hope and |
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Someday he'll resist no more. |
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And drop licks the needle, |
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Veins burn in fiddle - |
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He's gone to rule his "perfect" world. |
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And it rolls... |
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And it calls... |
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Now it's closed - |
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Vicious Circle... |
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I can see nothing through my blurried sight... |
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Just hear the pain growling from inside... |
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I feel the needle tapping my vein... |
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I try to drop it but hear it calls again... |
