Look out, look out they’re here to bite you
I wouldn’t scream less they hunt and find you
I shouldn’t live without you
I shouldn’t think that I…
Some days I feel like we’re all dying
Throat cut, throat cut, they’re here to haunt me
Fell down inside your soul, come on; taunt me
Trying to see without my lies
Trying to be, but I…
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