[Halford/Tilse/Travis]
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Closed into self asylum,
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On ice that's paper thin.
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Wrapped up for good protection.
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Keep that from getting in.
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The shadows bring the shelter,
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Some refuge from the storm.
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Brakes on the helter skelter,
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To let these nerves reform.
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Retreat out of the mad house,
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Stop foaming at the mouth.
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Hang up this strange behavior,
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Cut through the overgrowth.
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Watch from a safer distance,
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Observe the next offense.
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See how the hands do murder,
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Then try to make some sens.
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Black vision
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Dead body
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Oppression
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Shock system
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Explosive
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Depression
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Disaster
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Malignant
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Infection
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Inhuman
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Sadistic
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Rejection
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These acts of tender mercies,
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Work on the purest soul.
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They tease and trap remorseless,
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Till six feet in the ground.
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Shut down till all is silent,
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Be still this seething blood.
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Turn off, release the trigger,
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Let numbness do some good
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Beneath The Violence
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Fight |