| Don’t blow the candle out, just leave it by my bed
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| With all these ghosts and visions, trolls inside my head
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| Just when the wolf will howl, the dogs begin to bark
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| This is for real, I have a fear of the dark
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| And as the endless nights will overturn the days
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| Intellectual logic seems to vanish in a haze
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| Paranoia has the measure of me
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| Hallucinations now dictate reality
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| I’m hearing voices now, I wish that I could see
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| I look around, I know there’s no-one here but me
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| The mirror shimmers there’s an angel here at last
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| Always demons looking back, and laughing through the glass
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| Nyctophobia, fear of the dark
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| I am confused, I really don’t know what to think
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| Maybe Mr. Allen does 'cause he’s a Harley shrink
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| He asks me how I feel, I mumble: «Just okay»
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| He says: «Ok's not a feeling, Jack, we need to peel away
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| The layers of your onion, your emotional disease
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| Blow all these candles out, I want you on your knees»
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| It’s way too dark in here, it’s silent as the grave
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| It’s cold and clammy, like I’m sealed into a cave
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| There is no air in here, I’m drowning in my fear
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| And if I close my eyes, the ground will disappear
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| I have a chronic phobia, and up until this day
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| There is no guarantee that it will go away
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| Nyctophobia, fear of the dark |