Private Property

Lonely nights, bringing out the poltergeists Need not to believe it I walk in and it gets cold as ice Candle lights flicker Blow it out with just a whisper You can hear me coming in From the floorboards creaking if you listen Must've been the wind, no Cemmy's at your window Better keep a knife and tuck it underneath your pillow It won't do you good But it'll help you sleep I'll show you what it's like to end up dying in your dreams 1, 2, Cemmy's coming for you Reach into the dark you'll leave with more than just a bruise Do not test Cemmy, you gone regret it Walking through the woods You should've known better Do not test Cemmy, you gone regret it Tisk, tisk, took the risk Left you drifting down the river