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Look at this picture uon the wall, While looking down this long hall, With blood smeared upon the gallery, Of thich canvas until nowhere to see, Seeking for forgotten memories of the past, All of their family in a satin cast, Full of rotten bones buried with lies, And forgotten veins without formaldehyde, The shadow is ready to come out and play, So he will make them come and stay, The darkness is closer at the end, As the nightmare is about to being, Back into their childhood lost, Knowing what their decisions cost, The wooden door is so so close, Wishing to know what it knows, Squeking noises of an eerie mansion, As the doo

I feel no pain Only see that stain Why won't you get out of my head Maybe stop listening to what I said See only the present, not the past Stop making me come in last I've said it before and I'll say it again You're the one delivering all this sin Why won't you get out of my head Maybe stop listening to what I said