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I need to get away from here,
I need to get some air,
The walls are closing in,
I'm tearing out my hair,
The piles of nightmares grow,
Are they breeding in the night?
My eyes no longer glow,
I just need a good food fight,
Or something else to shake me up,
It's all just too much,
When the ceiling brushes my skull,
And the ravens circle above,
I think it's time to take heed,
And escape to somewhere with mead.