There's something sick within the darkness
of your room
There's something evil on the walls
Wherever you will be the shadows will go
after
Will you dare to look under the beg?
Ahah...
Outside the trees paint monsters on your
door
there's nothing crossing through the
window, are you sure?
Can you forget all the noises in your mind?
They start to hunt you as the minutes stay
behind
Ahah...
Take all the creatures from your closet
No use to lock the door before you go to sleep
No chance for dreaming, they'll follow you
again
Not worth to hide, because they do exist...
You don't believe that cloak stand is alive
You doubt the truth but you just can't see it
right
It was supposed to be right there by your side,
but
Along with other toys it moves during the
night
Ahah...
So as you run evil eyes keep staring
The fear of dark increases your sight
The walls of your room grow bigger and
bigger
As you sleep in the cradle of a night live
shrine
Ahah, Do they live inside you? Are they
really true?
Ahah, You don't believe them,
They believe in you...
Who is that shape walking silently?
You're calling the unknown, you almost
hear the breathe
So as your last resort you crawl under
your sheets
You try to focus in your own forsaken
dreams...