Shade

Locked in a dusty room
Pulsating darkened womb
The shadows twisting in and out of view
Sitting beside the bed
Faint noises in your head
It’s hard to guess what it’s doing to you
Depression and pure joy
Violent urge to destroy
It’s toying with you, making you see things
Vision is turning black
There is no turning back
It reads your mind and you can hear it sing
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
Filling your head with doubt
You shake the noises out
But it’s too late, your soul it will chew through
Your mind begins to reel
You can no longer feel
It’s taken hold, there’s nothing you can do
Its form begins to change
It starts to rearrange
Fingers are peeling, or at least you think
No longer physical
It’s almost biblical
The way it’s taken over everything
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Breathing)
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t turn it on
(Turn it on) Don’t even fucking touch it