A house at the lake, it's so lonely there
Creeping creatures living in the forest
Shit, we are not on our own, oh my god we are not alone
We are scared, they come closer and closer
Roaring creatures stepping out of the water
Fuck there is no way out, oh my god no way out
We panic, we are the panic
Standing before us, eye to eye
Claws on their hands, blood running from their mouths
Asking hungry: Are you ready to die?
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