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The Premonition
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| Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man |
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Broken down a nervous wreck yet there are no regrets,
All the prestige drains my soul as illness takes to bed,
It's time I need to ease my mind and become new again,
So rest my child and be cleansed for breakdown's not the end,
But what is this? What leads me from my room?
An apparition? It beckons me!
In this place here I rest while doctors roam the halls,
Yet I'm alone inside myself to struggle with my fears,
And there it is I can see a shadow on the wall,
Calling me towards the end and onwards to the morgue,
But the fear it takes my breath away,
So near is the lonely world of death,
I try to think of other things yet it is always near,
I just can't help but walk its path and end up at the morgue,
No, not the morgue! Not that dreaded place!
The morgue is cold and stinks of death the bodies freezing cold,
I feel the grasp of something strange pulling at my soul,
The dead just laying on their slabs sends chills right down my spine,
And there's that shadow on the wall its image stains my mind,
That shadow, that shadow on the wall,
That shadow, that creeping down the wall,
All the prestige drains my soul as illness takes to bed,
It's time I need to ease my mind and become new again,
So rest my child and be cleansed for breakdown's not the end,
But what is this? What leads me from my room?
An apparition? It beckons me!
In this place here I rest while doctors roam the halls,
Yet I'm alone inside myself to struggle with my fears,
And there it is I can see a shadow on the wall,
Calling me towards the end and onwards to the morgue,
But the fear it takes my breath away,
So near is the lonely world of death,
I try to think of other things yet it is always near,
I just can't help but walk its path and end up at the morgue,
No, not the morgue! Not that dreaded place!
The morgue is cold and stinks of death the bodies freezing cold,
I feel the grasp of something strange pulling at my soul,
The dead just laying on their slabs sends chills right down my spine,
And there's that shadow on the wall its image stains my mind,
That shadow, that shadow on the wall,
That shadow, that creeping down the wall,
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