I get hit before sleep,
and after the sun
beams through the window
My identical twin,
controls the spinning blades,
The scary ones on the ceiling
I get rid of the monsters
under the bed,
and in the closet
Prevent stubbing toes
Againstthe corner
of the bed
Without me,
dark stairs
become menacing stairs
Control if you see
nothing or everything
If I’m flipped up or down
I don’t know nobody else thats doing this