I may have died, that much is true
That doesn’t mean I can’t come for you
When you sleep, late at night
I’ll be the one to cause you fright
A scraping here, a banging there
Then you’ll feel me touch your hair
Just when you think you can’t stand it
It’ll be too late, my strength is infinite
Try and fight me all you want
You’ll never win
Against this demon.

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