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Welcome to the Nightmare
Welcome to my nightmare,
Where they say that death is the only wake.
Welcome to a place between never and here,
Where I hope to God you learn to enjoy your stay.
But to enjoy is to see, so close your eyes
So as to see the nightmare a little clearer.
But be warned--this isn't a dream, it's life,
So you know what life's like when there is no one when you look in the mirror.
Now open them to a whole other world,
A nightmarish daydream, where souls are hung by high spirits.
Now don't get too happy, my precious girl,
A similar fate awaits those who do not fear it.
Alongside the hanging souls stood lifeless beings,
The ones the souls used to haunt.
Alongside the hanging souls stood the reaper, seeing
The next victim of his painful taunt.
Rip, tear, cry, scream.
No one's here to stop this dream.
Blood trickles from where he released the soul that possessed your body,
Now you're motionless but free, lifeless but alive.
Blood flows in rivers and streams and curdles in screams as he prepares the not free,
Now your soul rises to its noose, and you can thank the reaper he's hanging him high.
A ghost of your body is about to die
Because you kept your spirits high
You hoped against hope to get out alive
But was it really worth the try?
Rip, tear, cry, scream
But no one's here to wake your dream.
Where they say that death is the only wake.
Welcome to a place between never and here,
Where I hope to God you learn to enjoy your stay.
But to enjoy is to see, so close your eyes
So as to see the nightmare a little clearer.
But be warned--this isn't a dream, it's life,
So you know what life's like when there is no one when you look in the mirror.
Now open them to a whole other world,
A nightmarish daydream, where souls are hung by high spirits.
Now don't get too happy, my precious girl,
A similar fate awaits those who do not fear it.
Alongside the hanging souls stood lifeless beings,
The ones the souls used to haunt.
Alongside the hanging souls stood the reaper, seeing
The next victim of his painful taunt.
Rip, tear, cry, scream.
No one's here to stop this dream.
Blood trickles from where he released the soul that possessed your body,
Now you're motionless but free, lifeless but alive.
Blood flows in rivers and streams and curdles in screams as he prepares the not free,
Now your soul rises to its noose, and you can thank the reaper he's hanging him high.
A ghost of your body is about to die
Because you kept your spirits high
You hoped against hope to get out alive
But was it really worth the try?
Rip, tear, cry, scream
But no one's here to wake your dream.
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