I try to resist
But it gets harder every night
'Cause everywhere I reach
It's a ghost house

Corners of the street
Are always quiet and dark
And everywhere I reach
Another dead-end sign

The fog hides
What should not be seen
Ignorance
Is such a merciful thing
[×2]

Again it insists
It'll be never satisfied
Until I lay dead
In the cold of the night

And now I fail resist
Fear is all that is left
When there's nothing between
Its claws and my flesh

The fog hides
What should not be seen
Ignorance
Is such a merciful thing
[×2]