Constantly looking over my shoulder

I feel the presence of other company

Lifeless visitors hover over me

And test my already shattered lucidity

Colourless dead limbs extend towards me

But never making contact

Mocking me

Breathing down my neck at night

Familiar figures purging ectoplasm

Decorticating decaying pieces of lacerated flesh

Bathing in the fear of imprisonment

I'm never alone

Something's out to get me

No one understands the constant worry

Whether what I see is real or strictly in my head

I see it all too clear

And question the end

Familiar figures purging ectoplasm

Decorticating decaying pieces of lacerated flesh

Bathing in the fear of imprisonment

I'm never alone

Something's out to get me

No one understands the constant worry

Whether what I see is real or strictly in my head

I see it all too clear

And question the end