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Disturbed We Run Around The Rosey
Lock me up
in that asylum where
everyone goes
Shackle my ankles
and bond my wrists
I am crazy, you know
Laughing until my
throat is dry
swearing you'll rue the day
Indeed you will
Your ancestors will cease
to be known, for I have
killed them all
And here I sit watching
this beautiful day
counting the hours of
daylight until night falls...until your dead.
in that asylum where
everyone goes
Shackle my ankles
and bond my wrists
I am crazy, you know
Laughing until my
throat is dry
swearing you'll rue the day
Indeed you will
Your ancestors will cease
to be known, for I have
killed them all
And here I sit watching
this beautiful day
counting the hours of
daylight until night falls...until your dead.
Published 25th Aug 2012
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