Wayne Static
The Creatures Are Everywhere
Ogres hiding everywhereFlesh wounds leaving scarsTelling stories of sirensKnife throwers and tyrantsCarving confusionSuspense leads to illusionBlack noise, black toysI could never stop itHow could I have ever known?Nobody's knockingWhere?There's nowhere left to goSurrounded by the zombiesChoose your weaponKill the fiendIt isn't murderThis is the real thingThey walk among usSeldom seen often heardStalking us in our dreamsUnbalancedUndisturbedAll these days againAll dark things AmenHalf hollow I fearWatch and pray it's here
From Letras Mania