Darkness
Darkness
Things start getting creepy
In my bed when I get sleepy
Cause I hear, all the noise
In the attic filled with toys
I sometimes feel a spirit
And I swear, I really hear it
So I cover my head
With the sheets on by bed
I call for Mom and Dad
And I think I'm going mad
When they come to my door
But it's not them anymore
And as the door starts creaking
I can here the voices speaking
Like they're chanting a spell
What they say I can't tell
Louder they keep coming
In my head, I hear them drumming
Like the sound of hard rain
Till they drive me insane
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