Tour
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What's left of me
Is all in piece's
As the voice's grow louder
The pain never ceases
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Watch your step
Wouldn't want you to bleed
Get stains on the carpet
Just follow my lead
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I'll guide you through
All of my insanity
The tour begins
Right here, inside of me
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We'll begin with the heart
It look's a little bare
Didn't have time to decorate
I don't often dwell there
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Moving on now
Next stop my mind
Sure you want to go
Never know what you'll find
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Here it is
My own personal maze
The only way out
Is to follow the haze
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You can't go in
It's under construction
From the last time
I suffered mental destruction
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One stop left
On this tour from hell
Stop at the gift shop
We have lot's of shit to sell
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If you look to the right
You'll see the grand creation
Can you feel the sorrow
Created by self-mutilation
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We'll exit through the veins
In our crimson ride
This attraction is closed
Because our host has died
