Mother Torture
FRANTIC, RUN
DOWN THE HALLS OF LIFE
LISTEN TO THE WALLS SPEAK
TESTIMONY RELAPSES
OUT FROM THE PAINTINGS
CANDLES VAGUELY LIGHT OUR VISION
I WISH I HAD A HAND TO HOLD
FEAR RUSHES IN WITH THE SCREAM
OF GHOST ATTEMPTING TO TACKLE
OUR FRANTIC RUNNING
RUN, RUN GET THROUGH THIS HELL
MOTHER TORTURE
ERASE THIS DREAM I HAVE FALLEN INTO
PLEASE !!!!!
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