Dark and gloomy mansion hall,
Like a thief, I creep and crawl,
Bar'ly breathing, my heart still, so I can't be seen
By the ones who can't be named,
Ones who sleep when we're awake,
Ones who I came here to see, though it is a sin.
But I must know how—
How insomnia
Late at night
Changes you, my darling, to his delight.
Who has you
Under his spell?
Who imprisoned you in this cell?
I have this old silver cross,
Would you take it, would you toss?
Could it bring you back again, or are you far gone?
I have read too many scrolls,
Know damn well for whom bell tolls,
It's no use to hide from me that you are his pawn!
I saw it happen—
When insomnia
Late at night,
Changed you, my darling, to his delight.
Who has you
Under his spell?
Who imprisoned you in this cell?
Oh, my darling, if you could
Just believe me as you should,
When I told you that your friend was a wicked man.
You came to him late at night
Knowing nothing 'bout his might.
Caring not that he wants you for his evil plan!
And you became his—
Mad, insomniac
Warlock's doll,
And he'll abandon you when you fall!
Like a puppet,
At his will,
You will soon make your first kill!
I wish it was just
A fever dream,
But sometimes things are just what they seem...
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