I'm the creaking in the floorboards,
The monster under your bed,
I'm the leaking bathroom foset that runs nightmares through your head.
I'm the killer in the closet,
The spider you cannot catch,
The crack in your ceiling,
The ache in your back.
I'm the damp that rots your window frame,
The mould underneath your chair,
The bedbugs that eat your skin,
I'm the taste of fear in the air.
I'm the screaming child who cannot sleep,
The dirt stuck on the floor,
the bleeding of the radiator,
I'm the woodworm in the wall.
I'm the wrinkle in the fingers,
The stinging of a burn,
The cracking of the knuckles.
I'm the dirt in your nails that runs to the wick,
I'm thenails across a blackboard,
The thrashing of a whip,
The prick of a pencil that's been sharpened at the tip.
I'm the loneliness when your alone,
The darkness that creeps across at night,
I'm the shadow that you think you saw across the landing light,
I'm the shiver down the spine,
The pumping of the blood,
I control your way of thinking,
I'm the disease in the mud,
I'm the goosebumps on your body,
The hairs that stick up on the back of the neck,
The condensation on the window,
And the yawn when you wake up,
I'm the night when the fuse trips and all electric cuts OFF...
