Silently approaching creeping through the night Shadows below the radar hide from unsuspecting light You can't see it coming but you feel it near The eminent destruction pulls you down in the fear
Now the fight has just begun You're scared it's been won
I can see the dark clouds looming up above the land Picking up on the signals of connotations They tell me things nightmares are made of Pictures straight from hell Try to put it all in a bag by the wayside More from The Mad Caddies