every part of this old house has a story to tell,
a scary one, but a story still
im walking around, scared as hell.
crimson blood smeared on the walls,
evil laughter echoing through the house,
i swear i saw moving eyes on a doll.
its all in my head,
im just paranoid,
im at a place where my thoughts have been led.
i hear the pitter patter of a dripping sink,
on the floor lays a bloody knife,
i drop it and it lands with a klink.
screeching wooden floors,
i caught a glimpse of someone but its all in my head
winds coming from nowhere slamming the doors.
whispers are calling out to me,
i donno how to respond,
saying my name so evily.
its all in my head,
i swear its all in my head.
finding myself gasping for air,
surrounded by demons,
i have no way out so i stay right there.
sweat trickling out of every pore,
i have to get out sooner or later,
i donno wut im waiting for.
its all in my head,
i swear its all in my head.
spirits scream,
crying in pain,
hopefully this is just a bad dream
i finally run and run far away from that place,
i gotta get away from my nightmare.
i found a soothing thought to let my fear erase. |
