There's something in the way it moves in my dreams
A shadow clock Night Watch to pummel the walls down.
It starts as a cold chill, windmills and tail spins.
Clarity is not an option in this illusion that surrounds me,
water keeps pouring out of the ceiling, drowning me.
Falling, keep falling.
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
All of my fears, they find me here
It hardly feels like I'm asleep
While the rest of the world drifts off to dream
I'm fighting the one's who creep.