There's a stain on the wall,
a certain stain,
an unholy stain,
a stain that caused so much pain.
A stain that can't be cleaned,
it's always on the mind,
painful memories are behind.
That stain that is not properly seen by the eyes,
that stain that's always in the mind,
behind the stain there are so many lies.
That stain,
it looks like faded mud,
some people know it's actually blood.
Someone got killed,
on the floor most of the blood spilled,
yet in left one unholy stain on the wall,
oh, that unholy wall at the end of the hall,
the unholy wall,
the unholy stain.
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