Feversleep

I would run away from the devil's face But I'm caught between the sheets Tumbling and turning deliriously Feversleep My own broken ghost is coming after me Its aching, legless creep Children, children, I know why you weep Feversleep And I am my own savior, I am my own release But holding back my hand is a sentimental streak And my hand, my hand Can pull me up or pull me down to Feversleep Feversleep It's not its rotten fingers that frighten me Or its sneering toothless crease It's how I can feel its breath on my face It's real enough to breathe And I am my own savior, I am my own release But holding back my hand is a sentimental streak And my hand, my hand Can pull me up or pull me down to Feversleep Feversleep Feversleep Oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh Oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-oo-oo-ooh Oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-oo-ooh Oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-ooh oo-oo-oo-ooh