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When I'm awake, I'm standing on the frozen floor.
I cannot speak and no one can't see me no more.
My mirror face and spiders creeps across the door,
and nothing really means anything no more.
When I'm asleep, I'm standing on the kitchenfloor.
I'm in distress and captured by the creachers raw.
A dinosaur is drivin' in my elevator
but I'm to dead to care about it anymore.
We are the freaks who walks among you
We are the creeps who lives in vain
We are the freaks who walks among you
We are the creeps in your brain.
I cannot speak and no one can't see me no more.
My mirror face and spiders creeps across the door,
and nothing really means anything no more.
When I'm asleep, I'm standing on the kitchenfloor.
I'm in distress and captured by the creachers raw.
A dinosaur is drivin' in my elevator
but I'm to dead to care about it anymore.
We are the freaks who walks among you
We are the creeps who lives in vain
We are the freaks who walks among you
We are the creeps in your brain.
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