Smoke: I Can't Get No Sleep

Occasionally I get glimpses of my nightmares and they're not pleasant: dark, misty country roads; babies crying; severed limbs; mad old women with pitchforks in the moonlight; villagers gone bad chasing me with shotguns; and of course just the general sounds and strains of people screaming in agony as The Madman butchers them out back in that ol' shed.

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