Everyone has their own demons to face
their own villains to chase.
So when you run around in my dreams,
I don't know who you're supposed to be.
I know my demons well
but you don't make a sound
The vibrations echo through my head
of everything i live to dread.
The skeletons are knocking on the door
the monsters reaching up from the floors.
I cannot escape this now
Why is it so ******* loud?