My fear of the dark has kept me awake
But my fear of shadows will return at day break
I fear the sound of footsteps on my rooftop
I fear the silence when the footsteps stop.
I fear the whispering voices,
they talk of blood and hate.
I fear the little creatures
that plot and lie in wait.
I fear the mindless zombies
who've surrounded my shrinking room.
I fear this narrow pathway
that leads me to certain doom.
Well, in the end they caught up with me
No matter where I hid
Shadows and footsteps didnt kill me
My imagination did.
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