Dread Has Taken Over, Why? There Is A Alien N My Bed.
Dead I Must B, He Layin' Where I Go 2 Sleep.
Deep This Situation Is B-Cuz I Just Want 2 Lay Down.
Frown On My Face 4 Sadness.
Hopelessness, B-Cuz The Alien N My Bed Might Not Never Leave.
Grieve, Grieve, Grieve Until I Find Somewhere Else 2 Sleep @ Or N.
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