What watches us from the veil of night?
What is hiding from the touch of light?
A ghost with a past of blood and pain,
Whispering of revenge in the wind and the rain?
Is it a man condemned lying in wait,
Or the restless dead with hunger to sate?
It’s in every sound you hear,
That brushes your heart with fear.
They’re demons we have inside our minds.
Those stray thoughts we can’t seem to bind.