Cold, cold, get the chills when they manifest around me
Used to get scared,
but I no longer hold to these kind of sentiments when they are
around me, Still get the chills tho, every time.
Whispers are their mode of communication.
Every time they are around me, believe,
they just need people to believe in them to know they still exist.
Believe, I believe when they manifest around me. Could be evil,
could want the soul you call your temple,
but I triumph over them.
Never letting them get the best of me.
Cold, cold, get the chills when they manifest around me.
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