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I thought the dreams would come to pass
Thought they’d leave me be at last
Night or day, it’s all the same
I see pictures in my head, I see letters carved in red
Something wicked calls my name

Please, someone save me from this hell, I’ve got stories left to tell
Premonitions, telepathy
“What you’ll see is what you’ll be”
Laughter cackles down the hall, blood drips slowly down the wall
I’m too young to understand how this madness all began

I tell myself it’s just a dream, a picture show, a tragic scene
Something lurks beneath the light waiting patiently to strike
A dark, disturbing history, a place where evil comes to feed
Cannot escape the imagery, when I’m awake, when I’m asleep

With rictus grins the children sing
Shine on, shine on
Pain and suffering they’ll bring
Shine on
Can’t describe the things I saw
Through every window, every door
Imprisoned here forevermore
Shine on

Murder, murder, cold malicious bloody murder
Evil, evil, poisoning the air
Whisper, whisper, all day long I hear them whisper
Father, father: Take your medicine

Memories wash me like a flood
The days ahead are inked in blood
Seems there’s nothing left to save
Late at night, I hear the rain
As it patters on the pane
Something wicked calls my name
Calls my name…

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