I took a slide, slipping down a staircase
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A Piranesian dream
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My senses reeled, distorted about the darkness
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A lit my way with a scream
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And in the rave an alarum caused a
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Cracked mirror
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I got confused by the sound
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I turned around and touched it from a distance
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and then it fell to the ground
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Loud cry from the shallows
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Lust feeds on the fear
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Walls crack under pressure
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I think the end is getting near
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And in my mind that was the furry of a madness
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That consecrated the dirt
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I stumbled through the enigma of the reason
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And celebrated the hurt
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And then I found in an act of desperation
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A subtle rip in the heart
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I was seduced by the fear (taste) of devastation
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and then it tore me apart
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Oh no, nothing matters!
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When it takes me
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Where it rapes me, breaks me
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Shakes me down
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A quick escape from the fear of commination
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I slept the night with my spleen
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A thin exuse, I was searching for some answers
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I broke away from the scene
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Because after all animality's an instinct
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And its Luxuria's slave
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To taste the truth, it's a seizure of the senses
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And its a foot in the grave
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Alarum
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Tea Party |