Fear me of what I am comprised
Your sole witness gouges out her eyes
And the fear intensifies
Feed your head, let the thoughts collide
Paranoid and left alone to conceive
Invasive thoughts; my malignant disease
And the drip flows into drought
As I crawl across this crippling doubt
But now it’s lost inside of you
You’ve gotta give up the ghost
Nothing more for you to do
You’ve gotta give it up
Rid what’s left lurking inside
The harrowed feeling that you have contrived
And the fear intensifies
Feed your head, let the thoughts collide
One’s doubt is another’s consent
Of life’s nectar; I am drenched
My cold spectre is laughing at me
Scratching my floor, crystallizing my dreams.
And I got it through
My last look of you
Your bad intentions
Left you empty
Searching to no avail
But now it’s lost inside of you
You’ve gotta give up the ghost
Nothing more for you to do
You’ve gotta give it up
In my head
In my mind
In my brain
One last chance
And you’re living like you’re already dead
In my mind
In my head
One last chance
And you’re living like you’re already dead
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