the demons creep closer to the bed
Each night one more inch
We... I see children with black eyes
They want me to let them in
So into my room i go to hide under the covers as if that would give me any more protection
Like I said before safety in fabric is a real thing
And if I can't see you then I'll assume you can't see me hiding under my sheets
Why can't angels gone bad leave me alone
And I don't want to go home
Because when I'm in my dark room its so loud I can't hear myself blink anymore