I dream of little monsters, crawling up my leg. I fear they'll come again, if I go to bed. I wish that something else would, be in my dreams. Here come those little monsters, crawling up my leg. I dream of dying babies, and why do they smile? I hate those dying babies, why don’t they just die? Their smiling faces, give me diarrhea. Please die, you dying babies, in my diarrhea. My dreams, my dreams, my dreams...