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All my friends are dead or dying. Their corpses speak in forkedtongues and see through prying eyes. My ears are burning, my fears areturning into faith, yeah, I've been turning in my sleep, you've beenkeeping me awake. Am I just paranoid? Are you just out to get me? Areyou just lying to my face? Everything you say is empty. I need eyes inthe back of my head, to protect from the knives, your connivances. Ican sense your attempts to conspire against me. You call me a friend,I'm a snake on a rung of the ladder to the top, I'm just a means to anend to you.Tread on me again, I'll bite your hand off. I walk thesehallways trying to escape from this house of horrors that we built.Your desperation, will be your demise. Grown wise to your ways, grownto fucking despise your childish games. Your house of cards is paperthin. What are you gonna do when the walls collapse in on you? From Letras Mania