You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness And only in your thoughts you still see daylight In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy...
You remember your lonely way through the night Walking in silence with vacant stare With the burden of worldly troubles You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it's too late
And now you are here - among rusty tubing Among disgusting purling of sewage In the incubator of moss and mould In the domain of slowly approaching insanity You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear Naked, frozen and weak Trembling at the thought of what IT will do next time
IT visited you twice by now An ugly crooked figure Every time the creature came up to you And sniffed up something between your spread legs You tried but could not see HIS (HER) face It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams...
You live in hope that someone could here it Before IT will come again smelling your scent...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
