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Fears

Those monsters under your bed
They only continue to get stronger,
While you seem to get weaker
And they start crawling in your head,
For they just want you to be no more
Oh they just want you dead.

But you'll try to hide
Away from these evil beasts,
You'll run and you'll swim
But they'll climb on your back just to keep you in reach,
For they will never release your soul
Oh they just want your bloody screech.

Your mouth has gone quiet,
What can I say?
Your head has gone on a diet,
What is this kind of day?
Your body has gone on autopilot,
Oh they just killed you, what dismay.