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sweetly as I fall backwards in slow motion and sink into bliss
my unconscious face smiles for I am totally oblivious to all of the
trouble awful devil evil
trouble awful devil evil
bat wings flapping just over my bed
swooping whirling around overhead
the weight of my insensate body draws all the bedclothes down with it
unknowing ecstatically lowering into a bottomless pit surrounded by
trouble awful devil evil
trouble awful devil evil
bat wings flapping just over my bed
swooping whirling around overhead
shadows lengthen
darkness spreads across a cold benighted land
ten thousand years have passed and still I continue to descend
arms folded ‘cross my chest, I dream of happiness without end, unaware of the
trouble awful devil evil
trouble awful devil evil
bat wings flapping just over my bed
swooping whirling around overhead