Lurking in the dark
Smell of tree bark
The dark ones wait
For the taste of bait
Innocence is their bliss
Swallowing into their abyss
The dark ones are out
Hoping for us to get off route
Slimy, dusty, smelly, death
Their perfume is meth
We mustn't fall into their trap
So the lightside won't be a gap
So the lightside won't be a gap
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