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You are not alone

There's someone in your home

You will not survive

Your time has come to die

He creeps on down the hall

He makes no sound at all

He's heading to your room

It will be all over soon

You lie there unaware asleep

My knife runs into you so deep

Blood and bile oozes from your body

Now this is what I call a party

You are not alive

Your body is food for flies

You were not the first

To quench his morbid thirst