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...