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That night in the asylum, rain hit the roof
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Lightning striking in the sky as I was searching for the truth
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Ghosts of my past kept creeping
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Flying in my face keeping me from sleeping
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Visions of the devil flashed in front of me
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With each one came a clap of thunder that said it wanted me
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I said, "Doctor, the sounds are frightening me"
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He told me, "Calm down. It's just the lightning, G."
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He must be Satan's helper, I see past the disguise
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I have 20/20 vision through all of the Doctor's lies
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I look into my eyes in the mirror on the wall
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And images of murderers scream out and call
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>From beyond the grave, John Wayne Gacy's facing me
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"Put 'em in the basement" he says, now I'm pacing, G
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I'm in a locked room and I want to get out
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Or I'm dead tonight, beyond the shadow of a doubt
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Midnight struck and I felt out of luck
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Spirits flew around my room and I was still stuck
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I couldn't do anything to rid myself of evil
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My eyes rolled back in my head when I heard people
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Making noise in the hallway, some sort of ruckus
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I started banging, "Let me out the door's stuck it's
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locked... get me out damn it!" and the lock rattled
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The door flew open and I laid eyes on the battle
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Spirits and patients ganging up on the doctors
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I heard sirens and the sound of a helicopter
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Us people in the robes fled the premises
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But the spirits followed us speaking subliminal messages
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Nowhere to go but the woods
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Trees talked to us be we stuck together like we should
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100 patients strong the night that we got out
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With each damn tree casting shadows of doubt
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We bathed in the rain and dried off in the moonlight
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We'd just as soon fight as lose our human rights
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But voices from beyond spoke to each of us
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Telling us to listen because they were teaching us
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By the break of day we were all on our own
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But not looking for a telephone or looking for a way home
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The voices. The voices were my force
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They told me who to kill and how to feel no remorse
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I didn't want to do it, I fled
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But you can't run away from what's inside your head
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I was tired as hell and I didn't want to take no life
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But the voices guided me to where to find a knife
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I picked it up against my own will: no...
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I can't kill... I can't kill! I can... but still
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"I want out! I won't do it!" I shout
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The voices say: "You will." I will
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Beyond the shadow of a doubt
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I can't take it no more, the pressure is too much
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I'm gonna' kill myself before I kill somebody else
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But the people in my head are no longer just voices
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They're little tiny beings running and making noises
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They jump out of my ears and run all over the place
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I know that they're not real but I feel them on my face
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Can I get away? Can I leave my mind behind?
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It's not like in the movies where everyone else is blind
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They all see me cracking and they all are scared of me
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And they stare at me, I want to carve them into little pieces, G
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No, I won't, I get a hold of myself
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I'm physically strong just have bad mental health
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I can deal with it, that's my conclusion
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And before too long I come up with a solution
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I pour hot acid in my ears to burn the bad thoughts out
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But they just grow... beyond the shadow of a doubt
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Shadow of a Doubt
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