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Who is that person

that gazing at me

Stands near the bed

with a needle in hand

Why are these walls

so pale and so cold

Like a reaper's touch

Like a dead man soul

I see the numbers that no one sees

I see the things that don't exist

But it's not my imagination

Not my imagination

Why did you tie me up?

When I wanted to fly

Why was the room so dark?

When I wanted to reach the light

The anxious grows

The suffer not sooth

The pictures seem hazy

Blood covers my mouth

Never forget

The scars that you made

Now it's your turn

To taste the pain

Soon the show begins

I see the numbers that no one sees

I see the things that don't exist

But not my head is wrong

Yeah, not my head is wrong

Never forget

The scars that you made

Now it's your turn

To taste the pain