Terror In The Streets Lyrics - Faction

Time to go it's late, as the fog begins to lay 

And you wish that you were at home in bed 

Visions of evil and visions ill will 

Are burning corners into your head 

The echo of your steps 

From the fence across the field 

They're coming from close behind 

The air drops to ten degrees, cob webs in the trees 

Your door step seem so very far away 

When dripping shadows start to move, when your doubts begin to prove, 

(tame day scenes get all construed) you feel terror in the streets 

Sweaty palms you feel the night as your body fills with fright 

You feel alright when you see the light at your house 

But that feeling turns to panic and fright as you watch the lights go out.