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(screeech) (shhhh) The ceiling is dripping,
the paint is alive
They crawl through the plaster to see me survive (hahahaha) Cold fingers
are scratching behind the drywall
And nobody answers the deeper I fall
Do you hear them?
Underneath the floor? (screaming) They don't want to play nice anymore!
Welcome to the theater of the dead!
All the pretty pictures in my head!
Broken strings and blood upon the keys
Begging on your knees!
My shadow has left me,
it ran down the hall
It's writing my obituary
on the wall (no,
no, no)
With a rusted nail and a grin so wide
There's nowhere to hide,
there's nowhere to hide
Do you hear them?
Underneath the floor? (screaming)
They don't want to play nice anymore!
Welcome to the theater of the dead!
All the pretty pictures in my head!
Broken strings and blood upon the keys
Begging on your knees! (shhhhh)
Just let it in. (screeech)