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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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