Woe! Lurking shadows are held at bay.
Oh what darkness is being suppressed by this Novocaine...
Here, little children don't come out to play.
Our souls are these children hidden underneath rickety beds, holding tightly the edge of hanging bedspreads and ragdolls with bobbling heads.
We mustn't make a sound!
We must stay still!
We must, so the lurking shadows...
...can't hear us!
...don't find us!
Our minds are these children hidden underneath rickety beds, who tightly hold their shaking heads in hopes that they won't be found underneath the falling fortress of bedspreads.
We could let the numbing wear off...
No, that would be insane!
Tightly clutching our ragdolls, we'd be dragged by our napes with no chance to escape.
Screaming and wishing we were dreaming, we'd be yanked back into the memories of those slimy narrow walls and perverse familiar halls...
Breathing darkness would quickly pull us into rooms and smile at those who passed by, but it's all a facade and lie.
Screaming silence's shadow would hover over our ragdolls and close the creaking door.
Breathing darkness' sweat would drip down on our little foreheads as it would lean in...
Food is Novocaine that numbs the pain in the unnamed...
Emotions are pushed farther away and lurking shadows are held at bay! Yet, objects in the mirror of these minds are closer than they appear, and without Novocaine the brain would be drenched in fear!
Woe, what darkness is being suppressed!
These bodies are temples?
Well let 'em be freed!
These bodies are temples is too deep...
These bodies are temples is too deep to digest!
Novocaine will remain, until lurking shadows are laid to rest!