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Cover your mouth |
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The wolves at the door can hear you now |
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And I think I see eyes beneath your couch |
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So |
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There's knives in the kitchen |
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They're stuck in the walls, go pull them down |
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We can still close our eyes if this goes south |
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Go say your prayers now |
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There's cracks in the mirrors |
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Your secrets are spilling from your mouth |
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But there's no going back from this point now |
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So |
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The wallpaper's peeling |
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I see your breath in the air, it's shaped like words |
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And the blood in your eyes in shining |
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Your fingernails drag across the walls as you unlock the door |
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And now the wolves are shaped like people |
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Their eyelids are all fluttering |
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Their hands are never steady |
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And the rainclouds leak in through the chimney |
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They're crawling up my back |
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I can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing |
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The wolves all dance across the ceiling |
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But the rhythm of their stops is like a heartbeat |
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Like a drumbeat |
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And I'm backing through the open doorway |
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This place is not for me |
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It's not my hell |
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I didn't paint it |
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So |
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It's written on the back of your hands |
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You know, you know |
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You've gotta pay for all the things you've ever thought |
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These bones are all you own |
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You've gotta pay for all the things you've ever lost |
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And then some |
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Now my head's come off |
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And all I know is spilling out into the ground |
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I'm watching it grow |
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All these vines will choke me |
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But I have to grin |
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It's a fitting end for where this began |
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I woke through clouds of syrup |
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And the world looked fine |
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Bad dreams are nothing special |
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They happen all the time |
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At least I think so |
