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Keep Counting

Can you hear their childish whimpers
The victims of murderers and serial killers
Can you see them slithering under your rugs
Feel them crawl beneath your skin like bugs...
They say, if you count to five
Everything will be fine...
1,2,3,4,5...You're not there
...You're not there...You're not there...
It's time to go....
I have escaped into my mind
Disappearing for days
Trying to, deceive this faze
Leaving my body
To refill itself full of terror and lies
And as the days fade away
I just keep counting
And counting...to get away...
I'M INSANE!
CAN YOU BREAK THROUGH MY PAIN!
LIFE IS WEARING THIN!
MY ONLY PLEASURE!
IS WATCHING THEM GIVE IN!
CAN YOU BREAK THIS WALL!
BEFORE I TAKE THE FALL!
IMPRISONING ME!
I'M INSANE!
1,2,3,4,5...Go away
...Go away...Go away...
...(Schizophrenia)...(Psychopath)...
Voices bounce around in my brain
There living inside my head
Fantasizing over death
And dead bodies
Black magic and autopsies
And I'm wasting away
I just keep counting
And counting...to get away....
I'M INSANE!
CAN YOU BREAK THROUGH MY PAIN!
LIFE IS WEARING THIN!
MY ONLY PLEASURE!
IS WATCHING THEM GIVE IN!
CAN YOU BREAK THIS WALL!
BEFORE I TAKE THE FALL!
IMPRISONING ME!
I'M INSANE!
They say if you count to five
Everything will be fine
And they all go away
Well, they lied
1,2,3,4,5.....
Written by Dr3ad
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