| I spent my whole life running
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| From a darkness I can’t comprehend
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| The gate fell open and summoned
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| Evil, aeons old and kept in
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| Non-Euclidean geometry
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| Something wicked came to swallow me
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| All our rituals went wrong
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| (We wait for, we wait for
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| We wait for for something to labour for)
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| All a séance and a song
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| (We wait for, we wait for
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| We wait for for something to labour for)
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| We try to forget it
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| It’s futile, now we regret it
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| This endless, faceless, iridescent thing is closing in
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| Something icy cold from stories told
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| Something sinful seared my gentle soul
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| All our rituals went wrong
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| (We wait for, we wait for
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| We wait for for something to labour for)
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| All a séance and a song
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| (We wait for, we wait for
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| We wait for for something to labour for)
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| I saw the dormant perspective
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| I saw the mirror reflective
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| I saw the Devil, saw the demon, saw the void behind your eyes
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| I saw the dormant perspective
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| I saw the mirror reflective
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| I saw the Devil, saw the demon, saw the void behind your eyes
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| I saw the Devil
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| I saw the demon
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| I saw the devil, saw the demon
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| Saw the void behind your eyes
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| I saw the Devil
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| I saw the demon
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| I saw the devil, saw the demon
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| Saw the void behind your eyes
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| I saw the devil
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| I saw the demon
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| I saw the devil
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| Saw the demon, saw the void behind your eyes
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| Behind your eyes
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| Behind your eyes
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| Behind your eyes
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| Behind your eyes |