Feversleep

I would run away from the devil's face
 But I'm caught between the sheets
 Tumbling and turning deliriously
 Feversleep
 My own broken ghost is coming after me
 Its aching, legless creep
 Children, children, I know why you weep
 Feversleep
 And I am my own savior, I am my own release
 But holding back my hand is a sentimental streak
 And my hand, my hand
 Can pull me up or pull me down to
 Feversleep
 Feversleep
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 It's not its rotten fingers that frighten me
 Or its sneering toothless crease
 It's how I can feel its breath on my face
 It's real enough to breathe
 And I am my own savior, I am my own release
 But holding back my hand is a sentimental streak
 And my hand, my hand
 Can pull me up or pull me down to
 Feversleep
 Feversleep
 Feversleep
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