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Feb 14, 2006 09:03

Idle hands may be
The devils work
Unbridled minds you see
Are so much worse
Too much pity spent
And wasting time
Irresponsibility
Not my only crime, no

Obsessive thinking
Depressed drinking
The person I once was
she's dead
Exhume the past this time
Will be my last
This is my final quest
To remove the mask, yeah

Don't be afraid
As she pulled down the shade
Said there's nothing to fear
But the monster is here
So just tell me the time
Be it quarter of nine
Since the sun's gone away
Now the creature will play

Ice blue eyes follow me
Everywhere I go
Making my heart appear as lead
I hate to wish it
But I'll tell you though
That I'm quite ready
'Cause I'm already dead
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