I don't like this feeling here
Something in the air my dear
Makes me wanna jump out of my skin
But for now let's just lay in bed

Scratching noises out of sight
Things that go bump in the night
Not as strange as they might seem
You know, I hear them too

Don't be scared, they cannot hear us back

Cryptic signs of what's to come
The universe's smoking gun
This is not the end just yet
We still have time to spend

Vulnerable as first day born
Weary, teary, wise and worn
Near-poetic how we are
So bare, so close
So scared, just ghosts
A shell upon the sandy shore

Are you ready?
Charge on count of
One, two, one two three four!

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