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