Head Belly Root
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My Pale Face
She's not mean
'Cause she doesn't bite
She tells me strangest stories
Attracted by her looks
And saddened by what I see
I think I must be dreaming

They come to me
In gloomy darkness
Day and night
Through these walls
Chameleon walls
Mirrors of my thoughts
These female demons
Of the outside-world

They put a spell on me
Brighten up my pale face
Then there is that girl again
With voice so near, but mouth so far away
There's a tension;
I can't sleep