I creep by moonlight
I hide when the sun starts to rise
I sleep with the dead things
I have holes instead of eyes
I have no heartbeat
No blood rushing through my veins
No nervous system
No impulses feeding my brain
I have no feelings
No remorse for stealing your child
You shouldn't have let her
Go wandering out in the wild
You've heard the legends
You know that I live out there
But in this modern world
It's foolish to believe in such a scare