Fear’s Little Game

As it lurks in the cold of night.

It knows that you’re here.

It waits for you, just out of sight.

That thing that you fear.

It knows that you’re here.

Can you hear it whisper your name?

That thing that you fear.

You’re a pawn in it’s wicked game.

Can you hear it whisper your name?

What are you going to do?

You’re a pawn in it’s wicked game.

The first move is up to you.

What are you going to do?

Will you stand and battle till it’s gone?

The first move is up to you.

Will you run till the glorious dawn?

Will you stand and battle till it’s gone?

It’s time for you to choose.

Will you run until the glorious dawn?

You’ve nothing to gain, everything to lose.

It’s time for you to choose.

It tires of all this waiting.

You’ve nothing to gain, everything to lose.

For such a grand meal it’s anticipating.

It tires of all this waiting.

Regardless if you fight or run.

For such a grand meal it’s anticipating.

In the end, it’s all just more fun.

Regardless if you fight or run.

There’s no hope of getting away.

In the end, it’s all just more fun.

You may never see another day.

There’s no hope of getting away.

As it lurks in the cold of night.

You may never see another day.

It waits for you, just out of sight.