It Waits In The Woods
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It waits in the woods
As everyone knows
It waits in the woods
Where only lost go
It preys on the weak
It breaks them down
It knows that you're meek
It wears a dark crown
It waits in the woods
Where there's nowhere to hide
It knows that you're lonely
With only the monster inside
It will fill your head
With only dread
The monster's behind
The monster's ahead
You don't even know it
You're already dead
You think you can run
You think you can hide
But you cannot escape
The monster inside
It will make you believe
no one would grieve
It will make you think
no one would blink
If you were not there
No one would care
You're trapped in your mind
It has made you blind
You cannot see
you will not be free
Your soul will not fly
It will only die
The inferno of fire
Won't let you go higher
So there you will stay
Rotting away
Where no one will find you
Not even the day
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