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Sinister echoes clutching at straws |
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Letter boxes screaming |
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You try to pin him to the wall |
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You end up on the ceiling |
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Locked in a dome |
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The shadows flicker by |
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He's the madcap pusher |
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Delirium the drug he's dealing |
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He drops a capsule in your drink |
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And spikes your dreams with madness |
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He's the sniper in the hills |
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Hiding in the holes in your head |
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He's the poison in your poison |
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The razor in your head |
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Hanging on a picture |
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Eyelid needle and thread |
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You empty yourself once again |
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But he's always one step ahead |
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He whispers in your ear |
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Was it nothing that you said |
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He's walking in your sleep now |
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He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed |
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He drops a capsule in your drink |
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And spikes your dreams with madness |
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The sanity assassin |
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Stays up all night stalking |
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The sanity assassin |
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Picks off victims like flies |
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The sanity assassin |
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Let his fingers do the walking |
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The sanity assassin |
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The crack shot between your eyes |
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He drops a capsule in your drink |
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And spikes your dreams with madness |
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Assassin |
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He's the poison in your poison |
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He's the poison in your poison |
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Drops a capsule in your drink |
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And drops a capsule in your drink |
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And spikes your dreams with |
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Drops a capsule in your drink |
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And spikes your dreams with madness |
