Oh, that I could scream
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And the world would stop and listen
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And these scars, these scars could speak in volumes
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But who has ears to hear
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Or eyes to see
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Again I scream
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But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence
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Like in nightmares when ghosts steal your breath.
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I pray that power be not in my words
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But in truth that supersedes the mind of man
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And our dead hope, and our blind faith in means that look to justify the ends.
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I feel a presence in the room
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I feel cold fingers close around my neck.
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With out you I am lost.
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Let my eyes not fail with looking upward
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That Hideous Strength
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| Thrice |
