the past is only the future with the lights on.

hello there, the angel from my nightmare.the shadow in the backgroung of the mourge.the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley.we could live like jack and sally if we want.

What's my age again?

This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytimeAnd as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiderscatching things and eating their insidesLike indecision to call youAnd hear your voice of treasonWill you come home and stop this pain tonightstop this pain tonight

I traced the cord back to the wall, no wonder it was never plugged in at all.