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Eight O' clock I turn off the T.V.

Another sick horror flick to haunt me

A prime time victim, I'm just eight years old

Glued to the set at my brain turns to mold

What distorted messages are they sending?

Cause her nightmares seen never ending

She sits and rots everynight

How long will these visions rip her?

Will she throw her parents into a wood chipper

She sits and rots everynight.

Helpless minds, controlled emotions,

another kind of brain corrosion.

Technological takes it all

Biological takes control

Loses sleep, dreams of hell.

Another night. Dead brain cells

Life to her seems so gory, come to mommy

It's Bedtime Story.

Nine O' Clock I'm forced to go to bed

Got to fight the sandman or i'll be dead

Mom and Dad should have

Listened to my plee

Cause they don't have a clue

Of what my eyes see