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I am not the only one who haunts these halls

Many of a wretched thing scurries along the walls

Pointed fingers and spreading lies

Too blind to see themselves in each others eyes

I have never seen their like before me

See what they want to see but they often even don't believe it

Be what they want to be, but few ever survive

Some have been the prisoners of other visions mind

I pray that they never take mine, never take mine

I am not the only one to inflict pain

Many of the tortured have themselves once slain

Nursing wounds while flinging fists

Too hurt to face the feelings, too braced for a hit

I have never seen their like before me

See what they want to see but they often even don't believe it

Be what they want to be, but few ever survive

Some have been the prisoners of other visions mind

I pray that they never take mine, never take mine

Who would be the slave?

Who would be the god?

Who would rule the others with an iron rod?

Who would choose the doubted?

Who would choose the doubt?

The den of iniquity in a mind that can't get out

Who would choose the slave?

Who would be the god?

Who would rule the others with an iron rod?

Who would choose the doubt?

Who would choose the doubted?

The den of iniquity

In a mind that can't get out