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lyrics

I’m gonna go to sleep and not get well
Let the old vices put me under their spell
When the black magic’s got me in its grip
I swear I’m gonna let myself drown in it

When you sleep
Your one and only option is to wake sometime
Screaming in a fit

Because your nights are haunted by some creature always crawling towards you
running running gaining ground it might not even catch you now
That dream it always ends with your arm stuck in its teeth
All the hexes that you cast were protections incomplete
Soon the predator will awake you from the bead
Peel the sweaty pillow from your terror ridden head

Before you mind can process what your eyes cannot unsee
You’ll be dead.

Feel like I’m fixin’ to die, feel like I’m fixin’ to die
Boots on the ground and my head up in the clouds

To take a sip
Crushed codeine in killer cocktails
For him to die
For such a mind to take his own life

So there come a knocking upon everybody’s door
Festivities end quickly everybody hits the floor
It will crack upon its hinge
The creatures will crawl in
The business they conduct is a knife inside your kin
All the fears of all the monsters
all the trouble that you’ve known
All of it is gone Now all that’s left of us is bone

Those who loved you gather round with heavy hearts and forlorn frowns
To say.


Feel like I’m fixin’ to die, feel like I’m fixin’ to die
Boots on the ground and my head up in the clouds

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Vanilla Envelope Boone, North Carolina

Corbin-Vx/Bass
Kyler Rabe -guitar
Charlie-Trumpet/vx
Logan-Alto Sax
Bradley- Bari, Clari, Tenor
Nathan-Trombone
Austin- Bass Trombone
Will-Drums
Jody - guitar but later

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