All the lights go down,
as I crawl into the spaces.
Fight, flight or the screams,
life tearing at the seams.

Wait, I don't ever want to be here.
Like punching in a dream,
breathing life into the nightmare.

If it falls apart I will surely wake it.
Bright lights turn me green.
This is worse than it seems.

Wait, I don't ever want to be here.
Like punching in a dream,
breathing life into the nightmare.

They'll through. They'll get you
in the place that you fear it the most.
In the corner, where it's warmer,
in the face that you wish was a ghost

(Wo-oah
Wo-oah
Wo-oah, wo-oah
Wo-oah
Wo-oah
Wo-oah, wo-oah)

Wait, I don't ever want to be here.
Like punching in a dream,
breathing life into the nightmare.