Hell's in the Air
Who am I you may ask
Well I am the Boogeyman
And yes I am back at last
I taint and twist your dreams
While I feast upon your screams
For I am the Boogeyman
While in your dream you lie dead
I lay hiding under the bed
While you wither around in fear
I laugh with a snear
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