there’s an air of quiet death about this house there are ghosts in every corner there are shadows there are doubts I’m being scrutinised by the inner eye I’m naked and alone with nowhere left to hide I murdered you to resurrect you once more in the laboratory of my mind you’re a stain that still needs scrubbing in the life I left behind I buried you deep and hid the shovel but you’re back again and causing trouble it’s a curse to have a conscience I thought that we were quits I don’t need to hear you crying I counted every tear you shed don’t make me relive this shit just get the fuck away from here get out of my fucking head
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