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Blinded Black Figments Of Your Imagination

fall asleep) Their crawling through your head (and what you hear) they call your name but don't look back. Chorus: Wake up from, the figments, of your imagination

fall asleep) Their crawling through your head (and what you hear) they call your name but don't look back. Chorus: Wake up from, the figments, of your imagination