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Creep Purple

Salem's Pot

Things are getting pretty strange
I need to get out
A thousand voices in the back of my head
Trying to tell me what it's all about

Am I really all alone
Could I have made it all up
Familiar faces slowly fading away
Reality is turning into dust

My everlasting escape
Has made me happy but a shell
I would excuse all the things that I've done
If only I could remember them well

And yet I wake up everyday
Just waiting for it to end
As it all summons up
Only to be an all over again