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Chemical Romance - Enthrallment
Staring through your scared eyes
The blood rushes to your face
After that you turn pale
As pale as death
See the dying freaks
Coming from the dusk
Many freaks are crawling slowly
They are everywhere
The nearest to me
Is speaking
Unintelligible
I smell it's rotten nature
All the rest are attacking me with their infected prongs
I put on my gloves
But I pricked my finger tips
I felt the viscous blood
Of someone else
See the dying freaks
Coming from the dusk
Many freaks are crawling slowly
They are everywhere
