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Trapped on this prison, my mind
Four walls surrounding
Then out my anguish, this book and its' hold on my (head)
Candles burning the night
Shadows projecting my eyes
Gone too late; you've got to know
Cryptic writing on the wall
Daylight judgment, all I seem to recall:
Altars made out of stone to sacrifice you on
You know you reap what you sew, and you've got to know
I am Obsessed with the Occult
Now I'm Obsessed
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