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It`s growing over me, these vines have a hold and i`m down,

deep underground, i could be anywhere.

Won`t see the light again, won`t use my sight cos i know,

I`ve felt this before, she`s not just anyone`s ghost.



I know i`ve been here before but i`ve never felt her so strong,

and she`s flicking her tongue,

she could be anything.

Climb in my head again and pull on the cords of my eyes.

I could be anything dead.



Is it not too much this time?

Is it not too much this time?



Wandering around in the dark.

There`s nobody there, except for that stare,

you`re wandering around in the dark.

There`s nobody there, except for them eyes.....



Is it not too much this time?