| Never sleep, not too deep, night or day
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| Never think, let your brain cells all decay
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| Try. |
| Try. |
| Control yourself, try to shut your eyes
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| Boiling, itching, dead night screaming
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| Hallucinate your life before you die
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| Go back and walk alone
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| Walk
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| Come, and be my puppet my
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| Son, and when you are
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| Done, go back to walk with the
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| Dead, go back to walk with the
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| Not alive, not quite right in the head
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| Yes you breathe, but you can just as well be dead
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| Lost. |
| Lost. |
| ''Where am I?'' what’s that rancid smell?
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| It’s you that smells of old decay
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| Don’t sleep, lose grip, just slip into my hell
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| Go back and walk alone
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| Walk
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| Come, and be my puppet my
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| Son, and when you are
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| Done, go back to walk with the
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| Dead, go back to walk with the
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| Around you walk for miles with a feeling of regret
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| Not knowing why you hold the gun and ask «am I dead yet»?
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| Over dose on your sleeping pills
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| Bow your head, obey to my will
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| Slip away and drown in the dream
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| Bleeding eyes wake up to the scream
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| Can’t hang on, losing grip, you are up
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| Oh the joy, it’s another sleepless night
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| Stop. |
| Stop. |
| Stop the scream, can’t handle anymore
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| Pick up the knife, and end my life
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| I’m cutting deep, oh sweet death here I
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| Come, and be my puppet my
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| Son, and when you are
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| Done, go back to walk with the
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| Dead, go back to walk with the dead |