You hear your death,
see your death,
feel your death.
It gets in your head,
keeps you from sleeping.
You hear a sound
could it be footsteps?
you see a shadow
could it be the killer?
In the dark
the room is filled
with endless possibilities
with endless deaths
it goes on and on
you don't see an end
but you imagine it.
You hear and see things
your breathing stops
your mind is rushing
your stomach knots
your heart speeds
this is fear.
It has taken over you
it's gotten into your life
and it won't go away
things you used to enjoy
you fear
people you used to trust
you fear
the sleep you used to get
you fear
any moment
you close your eyes
it will get you
you turn your back
it will get you
always be on full alert
they tell you your just paranoid
you know they're right
but you know the moment you relax
is the moment you die
its all in your head
it's all imaginary
you know thats a fact
yet all oh so real.
Anyone could get you
you could die, a number of ways
and if you survive the night
you have a day to celebrate
until the next night
when the fear comes back
and the killer of your imagination
lurks yet again
just behind the closet door.
This killer's all in your head
you're know it's true
but he's
so
very
real.
He's killing your sleep
he's killing your activity
killing your dreams
killing the normal life
killing your success
killing your spirit.
You can't relax
must always be on full alert
at any moment the killer
can strike again.
You can distract yourself for moments
but the wind against the house
the random creeking
the sound of the air conditioner
startles you back into full alert
you silence yourself and your surroundings
he's really there this time.
Nobody understands;
There is no killer!
But oh, there is
he's kept you from living your life,
he's already killed you
and won't let you rise.
This is fear.
It never takes a day off
it's everywhere
it's everyone
it's tearing you up.
