I've seen it in my dreams so many times before it looks like a child but I know it's so much more in swinging swirling madness I can hear it breathing it's calling me and wants to play that same old silly game again it's standing next to my bed when I lay awake at night and the cold little hands are reaching out for mine I try not to scream yeah when she whispers in my ear "I'm afraid of the dark, can I please stay here for awhile?" I didn't ask for this or did I? I don't know? this is what Jesus might have asked you on death row I am the star in obscure nazi fantasy lurking in my dharma how the prophet disapproves of me! It's not a crime but I'm doing the time oh god in your great mercy shed your light on us deliver us from our shadows I know that just some nonsense make-believe to help me go through the night oh it's quite clear that there's no hope for me, there's no hope for you