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PHOBIA

When anthems turn to dust
I will turn in my grave
The staples start to rust
With poison in my veins

My frailty, just like Faust
Spellbound with utter terror
The thing that scares me the most
Is the monster in the mirror

Trapped between when I was something
And the nothing I have become
My phobia becomes reality
Left to devise my own demise
I am an army of just no one
I have compromised immortality

I have dragged myself deep
Lost underneath the waves
The phantoms surely creep
In the fathoms today

The madness behind these eyes
Dominating this horror
And the thing that terrifies
Is the monster in the mirror

Trapped between when I was something
And the nothing I have become
My phobia becomes reality
Left to devise my own demise
I am an army of just no one
I have compromised immortality

Once upon a time
Cold and serpentine
Words were never said
Between the living

And the dead

The madness behind these eyes
Dominating this horror
And the thing that terrifies
Is the monster in the mirror

Trapped between when I was something
And the nothing I have become
My phobia becomes reality
Left to devise my own demise
I am an army of just no one
I have compromised immortality

My frailty, just like Faust
Spellbound with utter terror
The thing that scares me the most
Is the monster in the mirror

Trapped between when I was something
And the nothing I have become
My phobia becomes reality
Left to devise my own demise
I am an army of just no one
I have compromised immortality