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CoughIn a hallway filled with nothingEndless walls growShouts echoYet nobody knowsYou've won the prizeInside my head on a lonely nightIf this isn't what you wantedThen what did you want?A rose to call a flowerWould smell as sweetBut that's underminingBeautyHush, as the dark encloses tonightSleep tight, and you'll be alrightTell me this is more than just a dreamWith such realistic featuresIt Scares MeBlood pumping at a hurdling paceThroats dry and reaching for the waterBut the closer I reach it gets farther and farther
Cement HeartsI like to make myself believeMy heart is made of rubberAnd I'm tougher than any otherBut I scare myself to sleepWith thoughts of demolitionAnd tears of intermissionI'm closed in a wall blocked roomNo door, no way to moveI try to push them downBut I'm no stronger than GodNot everyone believes in meI smell her cheap perfumeLook at what she did to youI see his rug-burned grinHis lips are made of sinShall we press "try again"Or is it worth it in the end?
"...But Fear Itself"They say I have high chances for this diseaseBut I inhale the bad regularlyNothing really bothers meExcept for the thought of reality
SpiderWebSpiders crawl through my veinsAs I sleep at nightLaying all their eggsTo reproduce the biteOf poisonous venomReaching for the lightSlowly fading awayDarkness closes in on my frightBeing swallowed wholeAs it whispers good night
What Fine Lace You HaveWashed away on the filthy groundCrawling 'round as your world comes downOblivious written across your facePermanently labeled disgraceIs it hard? Being so lonely?To know that you're the onlyOne who cares anymoreI hate to say I told you soBut Oh God did I tell you soHave fun being left behindYou may make it in the nick of timeI knew Oh I knewYou weren't going to make itAre you listening now?Well, you're too late.These ears are laced.Go back to that hick townWith all you're "so called friends"Don't look even look at this crowdWe don't have time for thisSorry, it had to be this wayIt was your own faultIt was your own faultI hate to say that I told you soBut Oh God did I tell you soHave fun being left behindYou may make it in the nick of timeI knew Oh I knewYou weren't going to make itAre you listening now?Well, you're too late.These ears are laced.We hate to say that we told you soBut Oh God did we tell you so (x4)Have fun