Neuropsychopathic Eye
Big Elf
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Here I am once again
Looking up at the ceiling
And what is it I'm afraid of
I need somewhere to hide from my neuropsychopathic eye
I'm crucified to my mind
Slowly drop into a fantod
And sound can't pierce through the labyrinth
I'm waiting for the trip to start
But I'm not ready to fry in my neuropsychopathic eye
A splinter flies through my spine
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Something in your mind you don't realise
You don't realise
You don't realise.
