| Rising from the depths
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| When all the lights are off
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| It never sleeps, still and waiting
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| Its breath under my bed
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| Strikes the ground
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| With a sleepless terror
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| Evaporates the smoke
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| Disturbing the peaceful silence
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| The exhaling fear of nocturnal
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| Threat followed by heartbeats
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| Sweat crawling on the ground with it
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| Eyes can see, never sleep
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| Through this noise
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| Eyes can see
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| Keep them open to hear the sounds
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| Let’s listen to this discrete noise
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| It’s the shiver traveling your skin
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| The hunter aiming at its prey
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| Calling in a murmur for the help I’ll never receive
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| Nocturnal terror born from the thing under my bed
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| Crouching in a pale shadow
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| Waiting for the bait to show up
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| Clenched fists, half awake, half asleep
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| Nothing seems real in this twisted
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| Dimension of conscience
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| Materialization of all nightmares
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| Drawing slowly the paint
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| While I desperately wait
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| For the morning to come
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| Seconds are hours and I’ll try to
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| Move in the complete dark space
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| Until it finally grabs my feet |