Things That Go Bump*

Watch out for things that go bump in the night
As daytime goes
You tell yourself
This is a nightmare, only a nightmare
But you know it's not
The dead come to life and cradled your throat
They pull out your guts
Make them into a rope
You climb up a wall
With panicky breaths

So you pinch at your face hoping you will awake... but you don't
You get to the top and look down at the drop, remember ling your stomach's gone
Then you feel hands from a half-beast/half-man then you know... That you're gonna die
You know that you're gonna die

This is a nightmare, only a nightmare
Keep telling yourself that you'll never die