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Trapped inside the corridors,
In the center of my mind.
The voices they keep calling me,
To let them all reside.
Is it morning, is it evening,
Is it dark or light.
The demons come to speak with me,
In the middle of the night.
Can it be? Can't you see?
Insanity has come.
Deliver me! Won't you please!
From the Chains of Delirium.