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God bless me |
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I'm senseless |
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And defenseless |
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In my sleep |
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Falling |
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Someone calling |
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Something crawling |
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Evil breed |
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The mind is open when the eyes are closed |
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When the other side appears |
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Like a paranormal overload |
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Stare into the face of fear |
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It comes at night |
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Screaming |
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Eyes are bleeding |
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Wicked feelings |
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Instant cold |
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Taken |
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I'm awakened |
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By forsaken |
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Tortured souls |
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Sense the spirit of the walking dead |
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The twilight people watching me |
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A silent whisper of a dying breath |
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Chorus |
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I'm lying helpless in my bed |
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Wonder if the sun will ever rise again |
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Hearing voices in my head |
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As the dark of night is closing in |
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Too many hours too many nights |
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Of painful visions coming over me |
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Devoured by the inner fright |
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I'm scared to death of what the eyes can't see |
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It haunts me |
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And I can't flee |
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From the banshees of the dark |
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Breathless |
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Self a vicious |
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Sowing darkness in my heart |
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Feel the feeding of my sanity |
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I see the silhouette of souls |
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Lit the spark to my anxiety |
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Stare into the face of fear |
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It comes at night |
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Stare into the face of fear |
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It comes at night |
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God bless me |
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I'm senseless |
