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The speed of your heart beat makes me fell sleepy,

the speed of your heart beat makes me sleep easy

I feel like we’ve been here before

One eye always on the door

Focusing, focusing, shadow crossing the floor

Hold your breath: he’s back for more

Never forgot anything that related

Spent so much time trying to make sense of the hatred

Making the words pop but I can’t demonstrate it

The demon inside isn’t tired, but I can’t understate it

What he brings,

what he is,

what he sings,

what he fears

The edge of the frantic,

fall off into manic,

crawl into panic,

damn it...I can’t stop these antics

Predators run this world: I’m not trying to shock ya mentality

They creep speedily peeping seemingly sleepy reality

Desperate energies needing releasing but far from the terribly awful normality

Settling their eyes on the weak and breath heaving sporadically.

What are the wages of sin for diseases like these?

It’s hard to believe that they creep in like thieves

In the night they breathe and like reapers they seek

Their victims like sheep and culled while they sleep

Bleating and bleeding and breathlessly heaving

Victim betrayed and deceived disbelieving

Violation achieved and the craving relieving

Innocence lost irretrievably fleeting

This passage is blasted where death is relieving

But seated and seething while the rage is heating

And stewing and brewing the love is depleting

And anger is king and seeking a reaping

They find the heart aggressively beating

Oppressively needing to release this feeling

Screaming inside with the fury unleashing

Pour out the pain on the flesh of the demon

I feel like we’ve been here before

One eye always on the door

Focusing, focusing, shadow crossing the floor

Hold your breath: he’s back for more

Pour out the pain on the flesh of the demon

Screaming inside with the fury unleashing

Oppressively needing to release this feeling

Anger is king and seeking a reaping

Bleeding and bleating and breathlessly heaving

victims like sheep are culled while they sleeping

It’s hard to believe that they creep in like thieves

What are the wages of sin for diseases like these?