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letra de chapter4_beware the mimics - sewerperson

[intro]
this realm has effectively become haven for deception
i-intruders who feed upon the human desire for normalcy e-evolve-e-evolved to capture the essence of our entire being, only to use-use this mirror image against us
many a man here have suffered at the hands of what th-they have come to call, “the mimics”
(i know)
(sorrow bringer)

[verse 1]
undernеath pristine estate
basеment depth where dirt meets clay
tears were shed within this place
boxes leak of flesh, remade

[chorus]
savagely, he steals your face
worn atop his ancient skin
in tongues forgotten by eons past, his word imbues his new favourite mask
now, forced to speak of all summers past
he will steal your life in this you-shaped cast
confidence is what put you here, and now confidence is what leaves you last

[verse 2]
d-did they ever really love you if they never even noticed?
your wife is cuddled up next to whatever inside the mold is
invited, it’s exciting
she looks into its eyes and sees nothing but her husband looking back, it’s not surprising
beware the bogland curse, the graveyard nurse
it’s called by many names, but only one name works
and that name’s yours (yeah), then that names hers
it runs inside the family until the family is he-rs-d
where dirt meets clay
where eyes meet brain
where push meets shove and pressure meets pain
when it’s all done, you will faze out
somewhere in the beams of the house, we came out
you recognize the voice coming out of it’s mouth
’cause once upon a time it was yours it came out of, i know
but she doesn’t, it’s really a spitting image
they lay down in your bed, and she gets f-cked by a mimic
[bridge: heather donahue]
i was very naive
i am so, so sorry for everything that has happened

[verse 3]
uh, w-watch as the vows fall flat and break down
replaced in the worst way thought, you shout
words turn dust, only halfway out
m-ffled by the drywall packed in your mouth
plague turned sap for the family tree
children to be birthed, none resembling thee
abomination follows, and the curse must feed
the mother is consumed by what she thought was her seed

[chorus]
savagely, he steals your face
worn atop his ancient skin
in tongues forgotten by eons past, his word imbues his new favourite m-m-m-mask
now, forced to speak of all summers past
he will steal your life in this you-shaped cast
confidence is what put you here, and now confidence is what leaves you last

- sewerperson

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