Grotesque bugs that seep.
Along your spinal chord, it'll creep. Burrowing into your skin so deep.
It will haunt you in your sleep.
Don't know how much you can take.
It'll bend you till you break.
Swimming in your blood like a lake
Slithering along like a snake.
It'll bring out a tear.
An ear splitting yell you'll hear.
It'll be there waiting, oh so near.
Can't you tell, this is FEAR.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Grotesque bugs that seep.
Along your spinal chord, it'll creep. Burrowing into your skin so deep.
It will haunt you in your sleep.
Don't know how much you can take.
It'll bend you till you break.
Swimming in your blood like a lake
Slithering along like a snake.
It'll bring out a tear.
An ear splitting yell you'll hear.
It'll be there waiting, oh so near.
Can't you tell, this is FEAR.
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