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My, my, the worms are hungry tonight
Put your ears to the ground
And tell me what they say
Well they grind their teeth
And they're crawling after you
'Cos they know you're gonna join them very soon
The night is all that we have
Put on the Masque
The night is all that we have
Put on the Masque
You are what you wear
And you wear the scars
There are no mirrors in your house of cards
Your fear of dying, the fear of the dead
And as you put coins on your eyes when you go to bed
The night is all that we have
Put on the Masque
The night is all that we have
Put on the Masque
Your world is directed by the lights in the sky
My heart feels the heat but the wind kills the fire
Your world is dictated but you don't understand
And you wear black leather gloves to hide the holes in your hands
The night is all that we have
Put on the Masque
The night is all that we have
Put on the Masque
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