Echoes

The shapes in the corner of your eye The figures that haunt you at night Project from the folds of your mind Your mind, your mind Etching words Along abused walls Picked like scabs Old lead based paint Dug in nails Some bloody fingertips Crows calling out Limbs bound with tape Noise downstairs Dragged to the cellar Arms bent back In a twisted prayer Echoes in time Played over again Worm holes through The years gone by The shapes in the corner of your eye The figures that haunt you at night Project from the folds of your mind Your mind, your mind I can't make it stop But you've always said that you'd be better off You know it's all the same So why are you running away?