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Standstill
just a creep into the mind just a thought to process out the used waste of time while sitting in bed you experience it just a creep into the room ...
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Let's Dance
Hypnotic hands Sought forth from thine waste lands Let the blood seep from thine ears Heareth not the maggots lair Hidden beneath your elastic skin Color tinged with thine eyes ...
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Ignorant Path
Hideous the thought you came to be so low How once you entranced those around you with the slightest glow Yet now you fold yourself from the slightest glance Oh ...