Now and then I get a strange feeling
Images creep around the corner of my ceiling
Gnawing at the corners of my mind
Horrifying sights are what you'll find
Tonight I return to my paralysed state
Monster and ghouls, they lie in wait
A clawed hand grasps my neck
Right above the jugular, I check
Every night is always the same
Solemnly stuck in this endless game
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