A small little space where the walls all close in
Silent but deadly; far from heaven.
Where all life goes mad or dies or gets crippled
Up in the house of old man Knittle,
Deep down inside lays a place with no light
Where every little soul dies more each night.
Go if you dare but don’t expect to come back
Cause once you come in
There’ll be shrivels up your back.
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your vision, your voice