Constantly looking over my shoulder I feel the presence of other company Lifeless visitors hover over me And test my already shattered lucidity Colourless dead limbs extend towards me But never making contact, mocking me Breathing down my neck at night Familiar figures purging ectoplasm Decorticating decaying pieces of lacerated flesh Bathing in the fear of imprisonment Im never alone Somethings out to get me No one understands the constant worry Whether what I see is real or strictly in my head I see it all too clear And question the end Familiar figures purging ectoplasm Decorticating decaying pieces of lacerated flesh Bathing in the fear of imprisonment Im never alone Somethings out to get me No one understands the constant worry Whether what I see is real or strictly in my head I see it all too clear And question the end Hideous morbid beings of abnormality My second family
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