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Red Confession What S Inside My Head

I confess I?m always afraid always ashamed Of what?s inside me I confess I?m always afraid, always ashamed Of what?s inside my head What?s inside my head

I confess I?m always afraid always ashamed Of what?s inside me I confess I?m always afraid, always ashamed Of what?s inside my head What?s inside my head

I confess I?m always afraid always ashamed Of what?s inside me I confess I?m always afraid, always ashamed Of what?s inside my head What?s inside my head

nightmare I confess I?m always afraid always ashamed Of what?s inside me I confess I?m always afraid, always ashamed Of what?s inside my head What?s inside my head

ugly, what's in it? What's in it? That's the point of the thing, not to know It's a bat, will it bend? It's a rat, will it break? Perhaps it's the head

paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow WITCHES A bow? But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it? JACK That's the point of the thing, not

colored paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow [WITCHES] A bow? But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it? [JACK] That's the point of the

? What's in it? What's in it? That's the point of the thing, not to know It's a bat, will it bend? It's a rat, will it break? Perhaps it's the head that

around is filled with shades of red Forced to stand in weak anticipation As rivulets of blood run down the Child's head The chamber fills with screams