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She dons a derby
But nothing helps
They scatter all around
Those nasty demons
Inside her head
Making a hideous sound

Like whistling wind
That howls at night
Through an empty space
They hiss at her
As they collide
No matter how she shields her face

The clock ticks endlessly
Never stopping
The hands continue to turn
Sooner or later
It’s over
Tis then you will crash and burn

There is no hiding
From the torment of madness
This evil does lurk within
Not even time
Can stop the scourge
Of your demons unnerving din

 

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