At night no one hears the cry of the wolf,
or the screeching of the owl...

Each morning I get up and get dressed,
but whats the point when I'm just going to come...

Promises you couldn't keep,
wounds of pain cut to deep...

The water ran black,
and the sky turned red...

Their in the shadows lurking,
I can see them smirking...

The darkness comes over me so suddenly.
I cannot see but I can hear the voices...

Blood splattered across the walls,
the screams echoing through the halls...

The clock strikes twelve,
strange things are happening in the dark...

Can you see the face,
staring back at you...

I watch silently from the back,
I watch as you make a fool of yourself...

From afar he watches,
believing she's someone else...

All around her is blood,
coming her from her wrists...