Late at night
When the stars don't look quite right
In the darkness
Slowly crawling over my skin
Whispers at the door
"Let us in, let us in"
I'm a fool
I've been howling at a hollow moon
There's something burning in the
Empty room inside of my head
Fill it up with doubt
Let it in, let it spread
I won't be sleeping
There's too many monsters in the backyard
And I feel them creeping
Closer, closer, closer
I'm afraid
Is this a bunker or a shallow grave?
Either way I'm left
Holding onto the shovel and rope
Digging in the dirt
Finding bones, finding ghosts
I won't be sleeping
There's too many monsters in the backyard
And I feel them creeping
Closer, closer, closer
But if I made my bed
Did I make the demons in it?
Set 'em free from my head
Did I make the demons in it?
In it?
But if I made my bed
Did I make the demons in it?
Set 'em free from my head
Did I make the demons in it?
And if I made my bed
Did I make the demons in it?
Set 'em free from my head
Did I make the demons in it?
In it?
In it?
