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?