They crowl out from the dark

permeate through my door

float in the hallway

slowly blend into the walls

in the shadow of my grief

I can hear whispered sounds

feel a cold breath on my skin

here [bad word] 

to assert their rights

the fear is what I need, what I need to believe

the fear is what I need, what I need to feel

and so i dragged myself

int this gutter of mine

where shades of prey

feed on my soul

I crave [bad word] my words

to the book of stifled cries

I fell down so long ago

I don't remember now

the fear is what I need, what I need to believe

the fear is what I need, what I need to feel

and so i dragged myself

int this gutter of mine

where shades of prey

feed on my soul