Oh God, I wish the morning came
I still hear them
They're singing in the dark
Creation infernal, unholy overture
In the shadows of my attic
Morpheus, my deadly friend
I'm begging thee, please leave me be
Oh God, I wish the morning came
I still hear them
The twisted shapes I dread
Consealed yet so present
In timeless hours drowned in
Fear for the sandman
I'm awaiting in the dark
I'm giggling and laughing