Footsteps in the corridor,
Are you listening to the sounds of the awakening
Take it back but I want more,
blessed are the days and cursed are the ways of the meek

Paranoid, paranoid staring off into the void
Watching, searching for signs of life here
We always run from the things that we fear

Flashlight swordfight across the balcony,
grit your teeth and grip the banister
cause your scared of the thought,
of what’s waiting under the stairs
there's probably nothing even there

Breaking bread with the dead,
is it all in my head or am I full from being fed by my imagination running wild
On the cusp of dreams where shadows scream
and everything is distant
Everything is quite here,
but nothing is ever quite as it seems

[repeat last block]

Paranoid, paranoid staring off into the void
Watching, searching for signs of life here
We always run from the things that we fear