I think it’s dark and cold down here, I’ve fallen down a well
Do not ask from whence I came, I was born in this cell
The mossy brickwork is the mother from which I was made
I am the slimy demon children hide from under shade

There is no need for living, I have no use for air
I am only sentient, not alive but I am there
I haunt the hole I live in, the angel of the well
I hear the young ones peer inside, they never ever dwell

I am the folklore you avoid, do you believe in me?
I am a children’s story you stand by childishly
It’s only superstition, there’s no girl inside the well
The girl that was in here was quickly sent away to hell

Throw your rusted pennies, make a wish, disturb my sleep
I am the muddy devil that will drown you in the deep