I am that chill that runs up and down your spine late at night
When you look under the bed I'm that thing you're afraid to find
That noise in the dark and that movement just out of sight
The thing in your closet with eyes glowing red
The voice in your head that plays hide and seek with your sanity
The one definable moment that fills you with dread
I'm that scratching at night that brings out your lunacy
I'm around every corner and in every dark alley
Riding through your nightmares and making you scream
I'm your doubt, your fears and your bitter reality
Merrily merrily your wasted life is but my dream
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