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fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost
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memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out
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toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted
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playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons
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represents the killing game
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who taught the killing game
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who taught the killing game
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awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the
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temple door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and
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nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing
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light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in
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sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet
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storms fury burned out killing time
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who taught the killing game
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time's taught the killing game herself
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no i taught the killing game first
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passing words distant pain remember trains of thought
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collide no one view window pushing faces through sharp
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cold glass poke bloody holes exposed
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i taught the killing game first
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i taught the killing game first
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till at last you regret tortured animals wake up time
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beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange
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no stronger feeling tempting motion slows to a
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crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap let go the
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springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to
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the jaws of death
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i taught the killing game
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i taught the killing game first
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i taught i taught i taught the game first...first...first...
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Killing Game
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