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I'll sing to you a song

As the sun goes down

And the stars flicker in the sky.

Have pretty dreams of haunting things,

Of death and of blood,

Razor blades slashing wrists and throats,

And knives butchering still beating hearts.

Dream your dreams in black and white

With a splash of bloody grey.

I'll hum to you a verse

As the moon takes over

And the clouds disappear.

Run from the shadows in the dark,

Trip over a body

And realize that it is your own

Burn with cold night sweats

Suffocate as you clutch

The pillow over your head.

I'll mumur to you a chorus

As the world turns black.

Sleep a fitful night away,

And I'll sing you a song.