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Shut it in deep below |
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Cause you better beware |
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The dismal horrors of sleep |
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Vigil and ever present |
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In a million minds that cannot feel |
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What is hidden on the other side |
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In meaningless days coiled |
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In fevery nightmares unleashed |
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Unleashed |
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Pulse goes high and they die |
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Endless voids taking over |
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In cold planning stretching out |
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To claim the waking hours |
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And transform the worlds into voids |
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buzzing in the back of thoughts |
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Through the maze of the brain |
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Sucking them out of life's blood |
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The days go blank and you are snowblind |
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And their presence can manifest |
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Unwilling hearts turn to slavery |
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To a grim machine befreed of compassion |
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Driving the sanity to the edge |
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Till its all gone and forgotten |
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In meaningless days coiled |
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In fevery nightmares unleashed |
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Unleashed |
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Pulse goes high and they die |
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Endless voids taking over |
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In cold planning stretching out |
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To claim the waking hours |
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And transform the worlds into voids |
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buzzing in the back of thoughts |
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No soul, no emotion, but oh so cold |
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Take it in, in the hour of sleep |
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With no remorse and the mutation |
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Is complete |
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Pulse goes high and they die |
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Endless voids taking over |
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In cold planning stretching out |
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To claim the waking hours |
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And transform the worlds into voids |
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buzzing in the back of thoughts |
