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they're crawling through the cracks in your doors

showing you your nightmares, starting this war

you scream but their ears just feel the hush

rolling down mulholland drive you asked for too much

there's flashing white lights that makes everything blend

you keep walking backwards but these halls just won't end

this has to be all in your head

finially you fall backwards onto your bed

they're still screaming for more

it started out small but now it's bigger than before

you reach for your gun, this nightmare can't keep you alive

it started with a dream and sunny ride down mulholland drive



the blood splatter on your walls

everything else will just fall

it all started in your brain

where every became crazed

she pulled you into it

then made you feel like this

you are not alone

you are not insane

these feelings are real

it's something you just can't explain

but your lips can't move now

there's your blood on the ground

it's just a little game

of what you became