The mind can be a haunted house,
Where the ghost of the past dwells.
And in the basement there is a portal to hell.
Waking nightmares never end.
Long live the memories that they send.
The path will tare our minds apart.
The pressure will crush our beating hearts.
It feels like death when it’s hard to live.
And in the end something has to give.
Run and run from this darkened realm.
There’s a ship in the storm, and a monster is at the helm.
The ship will crash upon the rock.
There’s no light see the docks.
An old mansion lies just ahead.
But you should turn back instead.
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