There is nothing I hate more
Then a living human bean...
I stand there in the silence of my hiding place
Staring at the stranger in the mirror...
I stand there in the silence of my hiding place
Staring at the stranger in the mirror...
You opened your eyes
And there I was...
There is nothing I hate more
Then a living human bean...
Life so colorful
But turns to gray...
Sounds of screaming
In a dark room...
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