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Looking in the mirror you begin to contemplate your sanity last nights horrors were far to much for you to ****ing take |
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You cry out in terror, corpses all around but you can't remember a thing |
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Who caused this crime? |
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Just then you look down and see the blood stained on your hands and clothes |
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Panicking you begin to run this can't be it must be a dream |
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But you're not just going to let this happen so you turn your back you won't accept this |
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So you put the bodies in the walls and under the floor boards no one will ever know what went on this horrible night |
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Sitting in the corner you don't know what's real are all these things just in your head? |
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No way to tell you try to forget it and get it out of your head you try to convince yourself nothing was true |
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It's just a dream nothing is real you awake and sit there in fear |
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Never to speak of this again because it's all just in your head. |