Cold's the night right next to you There's a figure staring In your room It's looking at you There is nothing you can do As you lay there frozen scared to move Not even breathing
Must remain inside the light Not be called into the dark Tomorrow
Where will you go? Where will you hide? In the witching hour Shadows looking back at you Where will you turn? Where will you run? In the witching hour Figures chasing after you You try to run But you can't run Expressionless the being Has drawn you into it's enchantment As you feel the end is near You think your dreaming But your nightmare's only the beginning
Tic toc, knock knock The hour of fear is drawing near What holds you dear That consummates you leaves you laying on the floor Tic toc, knock, knock Who is out there That has been scratching at your door? It is your fear That consummates you As you're huddled in your room
