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Footsteps in the corridor, Are you listening to the sounds of the awakening Take it back but I want more, blessed are the days and cursed are the ways of the meek Paranoid, paranoid staring off into the void Watching, searching for signs of life here We always run from the things that we fear Flashlight swordfight across the balcony, grit your teeth and grip the banister cause your scared of the thought, of what's waiting under the stairs there's probably nothing even there Breaking bread with the dead, is it all in my head or am I full from being fed by my imagination running wild On the cusp of dreams where shadows scream and everything is distant Everything is quite here, but nothing is ever quite as it seems [repeat last block] Paranoid, paranoid staring off into the void Watching, searching for signs of life here We always run from the things that we fear From Letras Mania