Salem's Pot - Creep Purple | Текст песни

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• Salem's Pot
• Creep Purple

Things are getting pretty strange
I need to get out
A thousand voices in the back of my head
trying to tell me what it's all about
am i really all alone
could I have made it all up
familiar faces slowly fading away
reality is turning into dust
my everlasting escape
has made me happy but a shell
I would excuse all the things that I've done
if only I could remember them well
and yet I wake up everyday
just waiting for it to end
as it all summons up
only to be an all over again