There's something creeping in the dark
Lurking in the darkest corners of my head
I know what it seeks, what it wants from me
And it's going down on my carcass tonight.

I have nothing to my name
So no matter what I say
I'll just be a pile of bones the next day
Nobody cares for the broken boy
I'm an attention seeking *****
I better find my way home before he dines on me.

The violence in the air
Keeping my brain ******* on
Warns me of something big
So I run the way I did when I was born.

I have nothing to my name
So no matter what I say
I'll just be a pile of bones the next day
Nobody cares for the broken boy
I'm an attention seeking *****
I better find my way home before he dines on me.