I dream of little monsters,  
Crawling up my leg.  
I fear they'll come again,  
If I go to bed.  
I wish that something else would,  
Be in my dreams.  
Here come those little monsters,  
Crawling up my leg.  
I dream of dying babies,  
And why do they smile?  
I hate those dying babies,  
Why don’t they just die?  
Their smiling faces,  
Give me diarrhea.  
Please die, you dying babies,  
In my diarrhea.  
My dreams,  
my dreams,  
my dreams...

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