Written from the depths of insomnia
It’s dark now and I’m in bed because I’m supposed to go to sleep
The rain is beating on the roof over me
Lightning provides total flashes every now and then
The sound of thunder rocks my shelter with its rumbling roar
This is a lonely scarey setting
It just has to result in murder
Here comes the maniac now with a knife
Stand over me for a while and wait
Until I lay on my back
Now see my heart
Aim well, now go
Do it again
Turn the knife a little
Rip the chest open
Good work maniac
Go back where you came from
Now that he’s gone I can get some sleep.
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