You know that somethings out there
Just like those things under the bed
A fear you knew when younger, sometimes real in your head
But it ain't no apparition, won't pull things down into the rug
You wish that you could wake up
But both the pinch and the pin, they draw blood
And something moved, it's out there
Someone knows you're there
Your eyes are dead and broken
Fixed in a stare without a blink
You see but don't believe it
Like a wino swearing off the drink
You live in fear for daybreak
Some warmth and comfort from the sun
All sense of time escapes you
Cause when you look up at the clock it's only one!
And something moved, it's out there
Someone knows you're out there
Something moved, it's out there
Someone knows you're there...
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