Creeping, weeping, dead and living… Creeping, weeping, dead and living…
Voices. Voices, Voices, Voices, In your head, in your flat… Voices from the hissing nowhere, In your head… Devil. Devil. Devil. Devil Speaks to us, speaks to us Never, never, never, never Has been so near, as right now…
Creeping, weeping, dead and living, in your head, days and nights Voices from the hissing nowhere, once they touch, they stay inside Weeping, creeping, dead and living, laying fear in the nests of the heads Voices from the darkest nowhere, armed with scare, can’t forget…