You think that a ghost is just something in your head
But you don't know that it hides under your bed
When you close your blue eye
It will let you die
When you sleepy in your bed lay
It won't give you one more day
Every thing you have to do
Will disapear in front of you
He stands over you with a knife
Telling you he will take your life
You got nothing more to say
This will be your last day
You will go to heaven or hell
It is your soul you have to sell
If you want a glory and an angel's wings
It is to heaven you brings
If you will feel pain and have demonic wings
It is to hell you brings
He got his sharp knife
Tonight he's gonna take your life
You got nothing more to say
This will be your last day
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