Way out in a haunted hollow. A strange chill on a ghostly lake. Dark shadows in a twilight haze. A lost cabin in a tree lined maze. . Nightly apparitions, lost destinations.
Everybody's on probation, close to the end of the line. Subject to cancellation, livin' on borrowed time. One day you've got it all, then you're flat on your back.
You've got the smile of Judas on your lips.... You're following your script,. Trying to hide your anger. I see a cheap versade upon your face... to cover your distaste.
Get up, get the hell on outta here. Cut the ropes that bind you. Stand up, straight into your fear. Leave the past behind you. . Your cautious ways, have spawned your nothing.