deez iz egt vaag..

kweenie, kreeg ineenz inspiratie en ging schrijve, en toen werd t dit
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Whispering Leaves
The trees outside, they talk to me
They tell stories, stories about me
You’d better run now, child
Don’t go into my basement now
For you will find
Shelves full of heads, buckets of blood
The trees outside, do they talk to you?
They tell stories, stories about you
You’d better be quiet now, child
Cause they are coming, they are coming
And they will find
What they have been looking for
The psychopathic whore
With the blooded knife in her hand
Yes, you’d better scream, child
Cause they are bad, bad for sure
Trees are wise, listen to them whisper
Time for me to leave
You will follow
For you are my child, my love
They are bad, they will try to make you hollow