As I walk into his dim room,
he sits in his golden velvet chair...

Quiet raindrops trickle,
While the sound of tropical birds singing, hums...

The leader of the army hollers at the dark...
marches again...

Shall we lay in the soil underneath the meadow...
Until then I can only dream now...

Something strange is happening with the kitchen,
The food is quite possessed...

Skulls and skeletons hang from the Enormous death...
They take the life from people for a daily chore...

The dead marsh is your sub-conscience, it's all...
It's the death of all happiness, it's nothing like...

There's an old, old house down the street from me,
No ones ever in it, and no one has bought it...

There is a city far out that no one knows
And doom shall overcome any one who goes...

They live deep in the woods,
A cave Is their natural home...

When you go to the forest, little do you know,
There is something that follows you toe bye toe...

As I jog down the street at dawn,
With dim lights flickering...