Behind Closed Doors
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| Jef Aérosol à Paris Shush quiet Can you hear ? Your closest neighbours Screaming in fear Vibrating through the earthly still A blood curling, piercing, spine chilling,shrill, Behind close doors where few may peek May live a hideous inhuman freak, Only here in human form Waiting patiently for a new moon to dawn, Then its fangs will appear organically His thirst for blood will grip him manically So your neighbour who you greet Say hello too each time you meet, May not be all he seems, So shush quiet Can you hear Your neighbour Scream |
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