Death knocks on doors
Because it likes to take its fist and break your ear drums with its fist
It'll whisper sweetness in your ears
And when you're sleeping;
It'll begin to knock on deaths doors
And when you sleep silently in the night
You'll hear it creep from under your bed
It has eyes,
And when you look back in its eyes, you look back at yourself
- 100% polyester, sleek, classy finish
- Collage, Supreme inspired
- Bound to keep you safe with its softness on a malevolent night