The shapes in the corner of your eye
The figures that haunt you at night
Project from the folds of your mind
Your mind, your mind
Etching words
Along abused walls
Picked like scabs
Old lead based paint
Dug in nails
Some bloody fingertips
Crows calling out
Limbs bound with tape
Noise downstairs
Dragged to the cellar
Arms bent back
In a twisted prayer
Echoes in time
Played over again
Worm holes through
The years gone by
The shapes in the corner of your eye
The figures that haunt you at night
Project from the folds of your mind
Your mind, your mind
I can't make it stop
But you've always said that you'd be better off
You know it's all the same
So why are you running away?