The imaginary line that we don't dare cross That innocent side that might be lost That dangerous beast that lies inside That public cry, that never knowing The dark at the top of the stairs I'm running scared
That fading youth that leaves no trace That tick-tick-ticking that leaves no trace That final design, that self-destruct That condescending critic who's out for blood The dark at the top of the stairs I'm running scaredThat twilight flash, that one-night stand That grand illusion, that radar scan That piece by piece, that bit by bit That electric whine by mechanical lips The dark at the top of the stairs
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