CatatonicNight
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Instructions to Insanity

Look its night,
There’s no more light,
Lock the doors, windows too,
Just do what I tell you to do,
Cause there is things out there,
With malicious intentions,
Scarier than any of your conceptions,
Or have they gotten inside by now?
Did I hear a thump right now?
So keep looking over yonder,
Be paranoid a little longer,
Its fun, its cool,
Or are you just a tool?
To some government conspiracy,
There are endless possibilities,
So lock your self away,
For a year and a day,
That way they can’t see you,
So that way they can’t find you,
So run and hide,
And take the ride,
To the highest peaks,
Of insanity.





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