If we don't die its over
If we are dead he's won
But once he gets inside our head
its over for everyone
But he is inside our mind
Its dark in there
He says your mine
That is why I sleep at night
And he loves it there dark as Knight
We are lost among the waves
of children
To us they call
But will we live to tell the tale
Or will we Start to Fall
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