It's the monster under the bed.
It's the voices inside your head.
It's the man that you cannot see.
It's the shocking reality.

It's the black that paints the walls.
It's the beast roaming the halls.
It's the one that's hard to find.
It's the voice in the back of your mind.

Shadows that scream, still waiting to die.
Seen through their rotting, dead eyes.
Don't shrug it off. You know what you feel.
Let them show you they're real.

It's the thing that goes bump in the night.
It's the one that fills you with fright.
It's the one hiding in plain sight.
It's the feeling you get that's just not right.

It's the voice that's said by the dark.
It's the touch that stops your heart.
It's the one that gets inside.
It's the one that possesses your mind.

Shadows that scream, still waiting to die.
Seen through their rotting, dead eyes.
Don't shrug it off. You know what you feel.
Let them show you they're real.

(Feel the shadows built on power).
Ticking down to the witching hour.
(Living just to see you cower).
Compromised. The taste is sour.

Cannot see them with your eyes.
The hair on your arms starts to rise.
(Everything you know is a lie).

Waiting.
Waiting for the time to show.
Waiting inside the shadows.

The walls of death are not the end.
You don't know, so don't pretend
That you do.