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Convulsing to your violent rhythm
Twisting and turning en utero
I'm out of my body and swimming through you
A nightmarish dream like a maze
Dream like a maze
Dream like a maze
From the rolling hills of suicide
Everyone will run and hide
Screaming bloody murder
With their heads of fire
There just may be a chance for me
My sweet insanity
If you would take me with
You on your trip to the moon
Disfigured faces in technicolor
Like roses on the death bed of your dying mother
As the seasons grow in to the angriest people
Sadistic and slightly deranged
Everyone has changed
Slightly deranged
From the rolling hills of suicide
Everyone will run and hide
Screaming bloody murder
With their heads of fire
There just may be a chance for me
My sweet insanity
If you would take me with
You on your trip to the moon
Oh your wicked smile
Oh your evil ways
Won't convince me
The sky isn't falling down
My sweet insanity
Look what we've become
The envy of everyone
Inspired by your madness
Like furious wind in a storm
Slowly growing cold
I'm fallin in love with you
From the rolling hills of suicide
Everyone will run and hide
Screaming bloody murder
With their heads of fire
There just may be a chance for me
My sweet insanity
If you would take me with
You on your trip to the moon
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