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When you are haunted by the truth |
| Twisted and contorted Grotesque ghouls Whispering truths, I'd rather suppress Fighting does not relieve Nor surrender, relentless they continue Condemned am I never to achieve solitude Oh tales of woe, Tales of woe they want me to release Sharing what it is I need Or rather want I'd say they haunt But rather I am haunted by the unspoken |