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When I was young
Younger than now
I went to school like always
We took our bags
We took a trip to Freddy′s Pizzeria
There was a sign
No frowns allowed
We passed through glowing doorways
The air was filled with not a care in our world
Then I saw ya
The janitor said "come with me, got something cool to show ya"
I followed him into the back
Where costumes lined the walls
There were three others there
And we sat there and stared
The janitor took away contened looks
He stuffed and he pushed us into wire-framed suits
He ran from the lot
While he left us to rot
Camera 1 and 2 and 3
I swear to god
They're after me
I see their faces on the screen
But nowhere they are to be seen
Lock the door and keep it shut
Don′t let them in no matter what
No power left
An empty cup
Don't let those doors open up
(Laaa laa, ooh la la la la)
(La la la la)
(Laaa laa, ye da da)
(Da da da da, la le la le la le la le)
For years, we rotted in these shells
Our souls never ascending
Our fragile bones had fused with steel and wires, never ending
The others have long since forgot their roots in mortality
I still hold tight what's left of what once was my reality
I sit and I wait, for a change of my fate
But the longer we stay, brings longer dismay
And now we are here, after 30 odd years
We cry underneath rows of plaster framed teeth
Camera 1 and 2 and 3
I swear to god
They′re after me
I see their faces on the screen
But nowhere they are to be seen
Lock the door and keep it shut
Don′t let them in no matter what
No power left
An empty cup
Don't let those doors open up
But I must admit, that is you Mr. Schmidt
That brings back the pain that has kept us detained
I think of that day, where my life was stripped away
The janitor, he looks like you to me
Camera 1 and 2 and 3
I swear to god
They′re after me
I see their faces on the screen
But nowhere they are to be seen
I'm the one who took yours lives, but it seems that you never died
I took this job to pay the bills,
but this job might just get me killed
Younger than now
I went to school like always
We took our bags
We took a trip to Freddy′s Pizzeria
There was a sign
No frowns allowed
We passed through glowing doorways
The air was filled with not a care in our world
Then I saw ya
The janitor said "come with me, got something cool to show ya"
I followed him into the back
Where costumes lined the walls
There were three others there
And we sat there and stared
The janitor took away contened looks
He stuffed and he pushed us into wire-framed suits
He ran from the lot
While he left us to rot
Camera 1 and 2 and 3
I swear to god
They're after me
I see their faces on the screen
But nowhere they are to be seen
Lock the door and keep it shut
Don′t let them in no matter what
No power left
An empty cup
Don't let those doors open up
(Laaa laa, ooh la la la la)
(La la la la)
(Laaa laa, ye da da)
(Da da da da, la le la le la le la le)
For years, we rotted in these shells
Our souls never ascending
Our fragile bones had fused with steel and wires, never ending
The others have long since forgot their roots in mortality
I still hold tight what's left of what once was my reality
I sit and I wait, for a change of my fate
But the longer we stay, brings longer dismay
And now we are here, after 30 odd years
We cry underneath rows of plaster framed teeth
Camera 1 and 2 and 3
I swear to god
They′re after me
I see their faces on the screen
But nowhere they are to be seen
Lock the door and keep it shut
Don′t let them in no matter what
No power left
An empty cup
Don't let those doors open up
But I must admit, that is you Mr. Schmidt
That brings back the pain that has kept us detained
I think of that day, where my life was stripped away
The janitor, he looks like you to me
Camera 1 and 2 and 3
I swear to god
They′re after me
I see their faces on the screen
But nowhere they are to be seen
I'm the one who took yours lives, but it seems that you never died
I took this job to pay the bills,
but this job might just get me killed
Writer(s): Dan Book, Andrew Michael Edgar Seeley, Alexei Constantine Misoul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com