Don't fret precious, I'm here

Dear Olga, em homenagem aos teus medos dedico-te este poema, fazendo novamente uma homenagem a esse marco cultural que é o copy, paste...

"don't fret precious im here,
step away from the window,
go back to sleep.

lay your head down,child.I won't let the boogeyman come...
counting bodies like sheep to the rythym of the war drum.
pay no mind to the rabble(pay no mind to the rabble)
head down go to sleep to the rythym of the war drums

pay no mind what other voices say, they dont care about you like I do.
safe from pain,and truth,and choice,and other poison devils,
see,they don't give a fuck about you like I do
just stay with me
safe and ignorant

go back to sleep,
go back to sleep.

lay your head down child I wont let the boogeyman come
counting bodys like sheep to the rythym of the war drum
pay no mind to the rabble(pay no mind to the rabble)
head down go to sleep to the rythym of the war drums

I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons;
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and the voice of reason,
I'll be the one to protect you from all your enemies and your choices son,
One and the same I will isolate you,Isolate and save you from yourself

swayin' to the rythym of the new world orderin

countin bodies like sheep to the rythym of the war drum

the boogeymen are comin'
the boogeyman are comin'


go back to sleep...."

Maynard James Keenan