The monster, it's creeping, it's hiding beneath my bed.
Sucking out my blood, and fucking with my head.
The monster, it's crawling, it's pulling at my hair.
Tearing at my limbs, there's nothing to prepare.
The curse, it's coming, it's kicking down the doors.
Tearing off the sheets, throwing out the drawers.
The curse, it's screaming, it's blinding all my ears.
Removing all my senses, rising all my fears.
The fear, it's gripping, it's bloodied all the floors.
Dirtying the sins, desprately begging for more.
The fear, it's howling, it's filling in my mouth,
Spreading on the walls, pushing me down south. |