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(W. Russell)
You're reaching your hand out, I push away to drown
My nightmares are coming, my world is falling down
This heart beat is beating, behind that iron door
It warns me of a presence, to haunt me ever more
You're a dime store Jesus, I've got blood stained hands
You can read those rites, fix this broken man
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My demons, they haunt me
These demons, confine
My demons, they taunt me
These demons, inside
I'm building my walls high, your stupid questions raised
Tearing in you pry, why are you so afraid
Pushing hard to conquer, these demons of my past
Splits through just like thunder, my closet door cracks
You're a dime store Jesus, I've got blood stained hands
Exorcise my past, fix this broken man
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Bar the door that holds the secrets within
Look beyond the realm of hell
Throw away the keys forever more
Nevermore here will they dwell
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A masochistic web, entangling my mind
Do I step out to tread or turn to leave behind
This war inside my soul is mine and mine alone
Reaching for the fruits with the demons at my door
You're a dime store Jesus, I've got blood stained hands
You can read those rites, fix this broken man
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