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Don’t look, just pretend it’s fake fear.

If you shine light, eyes disappear.

Do you now feel my presence here?

Are you sure logics crystal clear?

No?

No one could possibly fit up there,

wouldn’t it be quite queer?

For now I just stare.

How I yearn to once more taste your bitter box

Can you smell the coconut?

While your laying face down in agony

Will you still lie to me?

I’ve made friends with the flies up here.

As we watch you peacefully sleep

Slip through the grates, sorry, it’s time

Your nightmare has become my dream

Whoa

Four of us are excited

One of us is in pure terror

Fear turns into fruition

How I yearn to once more taste your bitter box

Can you smell the coconut?

While your laying face down in agony

Will you still lie to me?

Muffled screams

Sharp pain shoots throughout your spine

Pass your phone

Ask me how it looks back there

Now your eyes roll back