"Actually, my earliest memories were colored by a fear of nightmares. I was afraid to be alone and afraid of the dark."

Now have you heard the footsteps marching,
Over the times I've heard them
Marching out there in their millions.

But now the phone's got me trained,
I get scared when it rings,
I get up on my feet and start listening.

But I can't keep to one thought for long now,
And I can't speak to you in static that well.

But soon you will see it is best not to speak
If you know what is good for you.

So the white pills help you sleep,
So green and afraid to die.
It's your fear, kid.
Your fear is a goldmine.

But it won't last long,
You'd better take what you can,
'Cause I'm sure this static's gotta break sometime.

But keep it to yourself,
And act out something else,
Come on, let's kill your folks,
They smell sin on you.

"Let's get it out of ourself. I can feel fear stirring in my stomach. He's going to wake up...No, let's go again... now!"

This page you'll turn,
We'll make ropes out of sheets,
And now it will then be to fool me.


Lyrics submitted by SumWunGye

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