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Carve it into its skin, the title of a monster, wicked and evil by name. Spurred on only by sin, it hungers for the scars and the scarred like a gluttonous runaway. Run away, run away, or the beast will bite. It doesn’t have the same cognitive mind. Hide away, hide away, cover up in bed. The monster’s gonna get ya before you can wed It is coming, coming, gunning for your heart and your head. Running, running, running keep running for your life, before the word is said.
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5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
The monster under the bed, in the closet, outside on the road.
Carve it into its skin, the title of a monster, wicked and evil by name. Spurred on only by sin, it hungers for the scars and the scarred like a gluttonous runaway. Run away, run away, or the beast will bite. It doesn’t have the same cognitive mind. Hide away, hide away, cover up in bed. The monster’s gonna get ya before you can wed It is coming, coming, gunning for your heart and your head. Running, running, running keep running for your life, before the word is said.
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May 30, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
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