I populate the nearby park
With horseless riders
Forced to crawl for me
On all fours in their armors
They drag themselves through the woods
They die of love a hundred times
I wish they don't make it
Vain efforts before death

I'm afraid to sleep, I'm afraid to wake up
I would like to die in my sleep
I feel very cowardly, I'm afraid of tomorrow
Not that I love the night but I'm afraid of the morning

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