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Night time, and my vision is clear

Exorcism of all I once held dear

You’re not real, just a Ghost in my head

A lifeless thing that refuses to stay dead

Time to Burn

The Ghosts from my Mind

You must not see

The sickness inside

Lost again, on a sea of hate

Soiled again, I give in to my fate

So haunted, you torture my brain

But revenge is sweet I’m coming and I’m insane

Time to Burn

The Ghosts from my Mind

You must not see

The sickness inside

Sweet Oppression

Sweet, sweets, sweet

Sweet Depression

Sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet Oppression

Sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet Depression