With each blow a tear falls,
until there is no more tears to cry...

In my family portrait we're all smiling.
But what happens if that picture starts moving...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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