A man exists alone hidden by a hill touched in such a wicked way No one could ever tell Is what he sees for real or only in his mind The staring of the old man's eye chills him deep inside It is the eye that will destroy him Stuck in my mind It is the eye that will destroy me Stuck in my mind He plots the awful deed he knows it must be done Precision of a mad man's mind his goal is only one Is what he sees for real, the evil eye the sun His pain and fear must lay to rest, piece by peace it's done Twisting tortured scars on my brain, no one can touch me in here Trapped fighting driven to kill, forced to live with my fear When will it end, what can I do, who will believe why is this fear Haunting me The end the cure the only way out, to numb the source of pain Death to life is insanity, the anger is growing again When will it end, what can I do, who will believe, why is this fear Haunting me How can he stand to bear the pounding of his heart Something really must be done before he's torn apart Is what he hears for real, the heart beat in his head I hear the pounding of this heart, but I know the man is dead
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