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In the dark shadows of the night I sleep with the crowd Tuckered away in my nice cozy bed Asleep i be not For nothing frightens me more then these dreams of memories I laugh I play "This is fun" I hear them say I cry I weep "Lets go home" I hear them say Where may that be I ponder Walking around with shadows that dwell The silent noise of a distant fan Turns to a speed boat; so fast, so fun Ends up to be a death trap so fast, lets run What is this place Where have I step What must be done Who are all that follow How do I get out The doors appear before me As though my words have awoke them from their deep slumbers Broken, splintered, nearly falling apart All these door were **** Except that one dressed in red wear A red so bright A red so dark Never understood, until just a few moments ago This is the door it has to be And where it leads no one dares proceed Its a dream my dear, I hear Whose dream is it, they scream with fear You must escape or be replaced, they whisper with haste And we are nothing more then a vivid door, they claim Follow the path marked green This will show you the way Marked with death you may not follow Marked with pain you may not know Marked with love you may not have Marked with hate you will not feel Marked with innocence you may not take So go ahead take one Be marked forever Or just drift away Either or you will not believe where you are What is this hellish theme A play, a sense   Well its make believe, a simple dream.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
Through the Vivid Door
In the dark shadows of the night I sleep with the crowd Tuckered away in my nice cozy bed Asleep i be not For nothing frightens me more then these dreams of memories I laugh I play "This is fun" I hear them say I cry I weep "Lets go home" I hear them say Where may that be I ponder Walking around with shadows that dwell The silent noise of a distant fan Turns to a speed boat; so fast, so fun Ends up to be a death trap so fast, lets run What is this place Where have I step What must be done Who are all that follow How do I get out The doors appear before me As though my words have awoke them from their deep slumbers Broken, splintered, nearly falling apart All these door were **** Except that one dressed in red wear A red so bright A red so dark Never understood, until just a few moments ago This is the door it has to be And where it leads no one dares proceed Its a dream my dear, I hear Whose dream is it, they scream with fear You must escape or be replaced, they whisper with haste And we are nothing more then a vivid door, they claim Follow the path marked green This will show you the way Marked with death you may not follow Marked with pain you may not know Marked with love you may not have Marked with hate you will not feel Marked with innocence you may not take So go ahead take one Be marked forever Or just drift away Either or you will not believe where you are What is this hellish theme A play, a sense   Well its make believe, a simple dream.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
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