This room is so cold
It feels like a ghost
Right here in my home
The dead will riot and they'll roam
Flipping off the lights, try to chase me out
Pulling at my hair just to hear a shout
I know you're here with me
You're not dead but you wish you could be
In my bed with me inside your skin
I'm not giving in, I'm not giving in
Watch the shutters
Watch 'em tremble now
In the silence
In the night spun out
And violently the ghost will roam
Always strung out, never alone
I wake up so scared
I know that you're there
A breath from your lungs
Froze my heart to life in fear
Static on the screen, try to reel me in
Mute the silent scream, anything to win
Cut a slit straight down my chest
Sink within, wear my ribs as a vest
In my bed with you inside my skin
You're not giving in, you're not giving in
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