Cut off the air. The room just spins as I sink below the flood of blood, spit, & righteous swill. A thousand wounds swell up with rot. Burn me at the stake. This witch will raise hell. I will hold your every fear up to light, swallow it all and bleed fuel from your spite. This is just the start. I am the breath on the back of your neck. The creeping feeling that you just can’t out step. It’s all in your head. The chill down your spine. The dying light. I am one of many devils in your room. The hand under your bed, dragging you under, into the black. With nowhere left to hide: you must face inward. The shadow you fear is the one at your side for you to feed, or to feed to fire. Will you be left burning? You’ll be burning. The shadow you fear Is at your side For you to feed or feed to fire. I see you burning. You’re burning.