.Iâm lost in the woods, take me to my bed
Scared of the devil, horns grow from his skull
Hairy faces and pointed wings
And a sharp nose, that knows right where I go
Standing in front of a mirror, as if heâs already eaten you
But you donât know it yet, because he delays your thoug.
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