[J. Marshall]
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A man exists alone
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Hidden by a shell
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Touched in such a wicked way
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No one could ever tell
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Is what he sees for real?
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Or only in his mind?
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The staring of the old man's eyes
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Chills him deep inside
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It is the eye
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That will destroy him
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Stuck in the mind
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It is the eye
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That will destroy me
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Stuck in my mind
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He plots the aweful deed
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He know it must be done
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Precision of a madman's mind
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His goal is only one
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Is what he sees for real?
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The evil eye, the sun
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His pain and fear must lay to rest
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Piece by piece it's done
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It is the eye
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That will destroy him
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Stuck in the mind
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It is the eye
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That will destroy me
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Stuck in my mind
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...
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Twisting and tortured scars on my brain
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No one can touch me in here
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Trapped, fighting, driven to kill
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Forced to live with my fear
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When will it end? What can I do?
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Who will believe? Why is this fear haunting me?
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The end is the cure, the only way out
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To numb the source of my pain
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Death to life is insanity
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the anger is growing again
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When will it end? What can I do?
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Who will believe? Why is this fear haunting me?
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How can he stand to bear the pounding of his heart?
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Something really must be done before he's torn apart
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Is what he hears for real, the heartbeat in his head
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I hear the pounding of his heart, but I know the man is dead
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It is the eye
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That will destroy him
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Stuck in the mind
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It is the eye
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That will destroy me
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Stuck in my mind
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Of Unsound Mind
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Metal Church |