1.The Vacant Lot
Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched All things untold
Stone upon
Stone So foul, so cold A shadow of old
Into the night Driven by what none can see Scarcely bound but
hardly free
A shadow of old A story untold A gathering rot The vacant lot
A stray dog send shivers down your spine The remnant wall stand
ever the
Same Hair of the dog won't help you at all
The street's all deserted We'll swallow you whole
Our minds intermingle a raven so black A spiralling stairway
keep calling
You back Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in
circles the
Deadliest trip
We mould you impassive all tainted and sore Abiding our master
keep calling
You Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles
the
Deadliest trip
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