Songtexte Skeletons A.D. - Wednesday 13
                                                They 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                all 
                                                alone,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                always 
                                                remind 
                                                me 
                                                of,
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                I've 
                                                done 
                                                wrong,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                scary, 
                                                disturbing, 
                                                but 
                                                somehow 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                sorry,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                only 
                                                thing 
                                                that's 
                                                even 
                                                real,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                feeling 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                feel.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                same, 
                                                but 
                                                they're 
                                                so 
                                                different,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bury 
                                                the 
                                                evidence, 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                darkest 
                                                sercets.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                them, 
                                                they're 
                                                calling,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                skeletons 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                closet.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                taking 
                                                parts 
                                                of 
                                                me, 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                unknown,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                void 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                goes 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                scary, 
                                                disturbing, 
                                                but 
                                                somehow 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                sorry,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                only 
                                                thing 
                                                that's 
                                                even 
                                                real,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                feeling 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                feel.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                same, 
                                                but 
                                                they're 
                                                so 
                                                different,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bury 
                                                the 
                                                evidence, 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                darkest 
                                                sercets.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                them, 
                                                they're 
                                                calling,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                skeletons 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                closet.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                can't 
                                                pretend 
                                                to 
                                                forget,
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                voices 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                head,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                just 
                                                won't 
                                                stop 
                                                screaming.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                same, 
                                                but 
                                                they're 
                                                so 
                                                different,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bury 
                                                the 
                                                evidence, 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                darkest 
                                                sercets.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                them, 
                                                they're 
                                                calling,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                skeletons 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                closet.
 
                                    
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