What in the hell is the matter with me when I look around?
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Do me a favor and lock all the doors in the house,
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because now it's not right,
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and I'm noticing things.
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So show me the light or the lightswitch and try not to notice how
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color is cycling slowly and fading and now
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it's all gone.
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It went gray,
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and I'm noticing things.
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I'm noticing things.
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Subtle oddities,
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completely lost upon your eyes,
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completely crossed and hypnotized.
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Subtle oddities,
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they form a face in outer space.
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Don't be afraid, but the old chandelier in the living room
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fell from the ceiling and landed on top of itself.
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And I know
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it's not real
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and it never was there.
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Dozens of chess pieces crawling around like a centipede
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only appear when I look at statues that bleed
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out their eyes.
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It's not blood,
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and it never was there.
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It never was there.
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Subtle oddities,
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completely lost upon your eyes,
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completely crossed and hypnotized.
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Subtle oddities,
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they form a face in outer space.
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I knew it all along,
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that something here was wrong,
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and now it's spread to you.
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What am I to do?
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Subtle oddities,
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completely lost upon your eyes,
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completely crossed and hypnotized.
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Subtle oddities,
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they form a face in outer space.
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Subtle Oddities
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Lemon Demon |