At night no one hears the cry of the wolf,
or the screeching of the owl...

Each morning I get up and get dressed,
but whats the point when I'm just going to come...

Promises you couldn't keep,
wounds of pain cut to deep...

Their in the shadows lurking,
I can see them smirking...

The darkness comes over me so suddenly.
I cannot see but I can hear the voices...

Blood splattered across the walls,
the screams echoing through the halls...

The clock strikes twelve,
strange things are happening in the dark...

In my family portrait we're all smiling.
But what happens if that picture starts moving...

With each blow a tear falls,
until there is no more tears to cry...

In this haunting forest,
there is a river...

The water ran black,
and the sky turned red...

People are never themselves,
their always pretending to be someone else...