[Joseph Utsler]
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I sit up at night, it's at least three or four.
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Blood drippin' down my knuckles from knockin' skin on drywall.
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I see a face like flashlights under chins,
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The more I blink the more it happens again.
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Damn, victims from like '89,
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Floatin' their faces on the wall like it's the last time.
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I'ma see 'em again the same time everynight.
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The wall gets bigger with every passin' daylight.
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[James Spanolio]
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Are they closin' in on me?
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Walls confinin' me
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Inside of me
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There's an emptiness that won't go away.
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Yeah, I never said that I was right inside my mind,
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But I'm sure over time
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I learned to climb the walls
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I'm sure that over time I learned to right all of my wrongs.
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Sure it's right,
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Four walls reflectin' my life
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Every night
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That I sit and watch the replay.
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[Chorus, Joseph Bruce]
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Surrounding me,
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These walls ain't holding me back.
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They can't tell me where we at.
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I'm uncontainable.
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Surrounding me,
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These walls ain't holding me back.
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They can't tell me where we at.
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I remain in control.
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[Paul Methric]
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Tell 'em...
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I can feel 'em looking at me.
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I can even hear 'em talkin' when I'm trying to sleep.
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Sometimes they start spinning they're just closing in
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And it's just too much to beat, I can't win.
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Don't grin, it ain't funny I just set it ablaze
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I had to burn the whole house to escape that maze
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I was burned from my neck to my feet but it was worth it
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Until I went back, I didn't even hurt.
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[Joseph Bruce]
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One wall surrounds me, no roof no floor.
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I started fallin' as soon as I stepped through the door.
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Plain walls, don't let me see a crack in the paint
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Or I'm focusing in, and focused I ain't.
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Clang-bang, I bloody the walls and leave stains
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So the next man falling at least can see thangs.
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I think of my life relivin' every memory
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Staring into the walls of my epitome.
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[Chris Rouleau]
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Nothin' but walls, but it's alright.
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My back to the room in the corner all night. (Even in the darkness)
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Nothin' but walls, but it's alright.
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My back to the room in the corner all night. (These walls keep watchin' me.)
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Nothin' but walls, but it's alright.
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My back to the room in the corner all night. (Even in the darkness.)
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Nothin' but walls, but it's alright.
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My back to the room in the corner all night.
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[James Lowrey]
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I always catch myself starin' into a dark daze,
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Same place, new age, holes punched with rage.
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If they could talk they probably wouldn't say much
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Because I always keep myself locked away and such.
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Just a sheltered life being wasted away
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Like four walls on a casket being put in a grave.
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So many hours spent looking at nothing,
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But I keep on glaring, steady hoping for something.
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[Chris Rouleau]
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I stare in this maze through my cell gate.
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For eighty years I been known as inmate 1-4-2-7-8.
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Walls can't confine me, on the noose every weekend.
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When the guards take me for my shock treatment,
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I be leavin', out the space in my head
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To control the minds and unearth the undead.
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The problem is, I'm only out for two days
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And I return to my coma and these walls and bars around me.
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Surrounding me,
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These walls ain't holding me back.
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They can't tell me where we at.
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I'm uncontainable.
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[Repeat three times]
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Surrounding me,
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These walls ain't holding me back.
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They can't tell me where we at.
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I remain in control.
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[James Spanolio]
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Surrounding me.
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Holding me back.
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Holding me back.
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In control.
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Surrounding me.
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Holding me back.
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Holding me back.
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In control.
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[Repeat twice]
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Surrounding me,
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These walls ain't holding me back.
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They can't tell me where we at.
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I remain in control.
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The Whus
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Dark Lotus |