Boogeyman
I am the monster that hides under your bed filling your mind with terror and dread I am the things that go bump in the night the shadows that dance when you turn off the light I cause hair to raise and goosebumps under your skin I can make babies out of grown men But I grow restless only bringing a scar It has just lost its thrill But the most excitement that makes me feel alive-- Is going on for the KILL Taking a human life is a high I can't beat Death is a tough one to try and beat But he knows the night is my wonderful land it doesn't belong to the man made out of sand Come, take my hand! There's so much to see waiting for you in the dark! Trust an old, childhood friend, The Boogeyman For a time, sure to stop your heart Come on and see, why I'm legendery And why for centuries no one has forgotten my name Because no one else is in sight once you turn off the light Night time is rightfully my claim Once I came to be, this world was never the same....
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