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Boogeyman

Boogeyman

Pubblicato 19 dic 2025 Aggiornato 19 dic 2025 Poetry and Songs
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Deep in the belly of the earth

Is supposed to be the hideout of a beast

Living in the darkness beneath

who could engulf us all in a mist.


Or so goes the legend,

But the monster is long gone

He had no needs to stay and pretend.

Not after human kind was born


We feared the claws, the fangs, the night,

But mirrors tell a darker tale.

No ancient beast, no cursed rite —

Man’s own evil tips the scale.

We’re the hunger, we’re the flame,

The god of ruin, the beast unnamed.

What crawls in hell has no claim,

Human kind’s worse when left untamed.


See, he was aiming for ultimate destruction,

But seeing men so angry

He knew WE will bring armagedon

And all he had to do was petty:


He invented for us religion.

Making sure our violence will grow

As it is the human condition

To destroy what we don’t know


We feared the claws, the fangs, the night,

But mirrors tell a darker tale.

No ancient beast, no cursed rite —

Man’s own evil tips the scale.

We’re the hunger, we’re the flame,

The god of ruin, the beast unnamed.

What crawls in hell has no claim,

Human kind’s worse when left untamed.

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Jackie H 1 mese fa

What a chorus ! 🤩 So true !!!

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Franck Labat 1 mese fa

Thanks, the chorus is new indeed, I added it to those older lyrics (2008).

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