Lurking in the Corners...
I live and feed off fright
Lurking in corners of the night
When you’re tired and lay your head
You just might find me under your bed
I feed off the fear of innocent souls
And you can’t escape me; I can’t be controlled
But don’t fret or worry too much
Because I promise I’ll burry you when I’m done
No one will find you, no one will know
How you’ve been killed, or fed MY soul
Lurking in corners of the night
When you’re tired and lay your head
You just might find me under your bed
I feed off the fear of innocent souls
And you can’t escape me; I can’t be controlled
But don’t fret or worry too much
Because I promise I’ll burry you when I’m done
No one will find you, no one will know
How you’ve been killed, or fed MY soul