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(Urbinati, Watts, Rico)
Ghostly apparations in the dead of the night, haunting you
The plane of existence where I am trapped, crossing through
Through your mind you see, trapped with clairvoyancy
Reality is lost
Born in the twilight hour, I exist; her eyes devour
Fulfill my ghostly lust
Into your dreams, I feed on your fear, I attack
My aura appears, vitality grows, the mirror cracks
Through your mind you see, trapped with clairvoyancy
Reality is lost
Born in the twilight hour, I exist; her eyes devour
Fulfill my ghostly lust
Progressive entrapment takes your thoughts
The planchette no longer conveys
Through the porthole I enter your plane
The incubus now invades
Progressive entrapment takes your body
Your brain no longer controls
Born in the chime hours to see
My immortality unfolds
LEAD: Rob
Go back to hell
The plane of existence I've crossed through, terrorized

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