D. Roeser I am gripped, by what I cannot tellI've been tricked, my senses telling liesHave I slipped or have I merely fellI've been (stiffened?) by serpent's soundless cries A fiery night, the night that I saw,Filling me with superstitionUp in the hills, an apparition the night that I saw,(Background voices) Lips in the hills, lips in the hills the night that I saw,(Foreground voice) Lips, Lips, Lips Lips in the hills I've been tripped, I'm crawling on all foursI'm so lonely, stabbed by beating clawsI've been stripped the insulation's goneWish I slept to waken in the morn Up in the sky, beyond the chasmThe godless night, the night that I saw My eyes behold, a rare phantasm (First verse repeat)The godless night, the night that I saw Filling me with superstitionUp in the hills, an appariton.
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