Late at night When the stars don't look quite right In the darkness Slowly crawling over my skin Whispers at the door "Let us in, let us in" I'm a fool I've been howling at a hollow moon There's something burning in the Empty room inside of my head Fill it up with doubt Let it in, let it spread I won't be sleeping There's too many monsters in the backyard And I feel them creeping Closer, closer, closer I'm afraid Is this a bunker or a shallow grave? Either way I'm left Holding onto the shovel and rope Digging in the dirt Finding bones, finding ghosts I won't be sleeping There's too many monsters in the backyard And I feel them creeping Closer, closer, closer But if I made my bed Did I make the demons in it? Set 'em free from my head Did I make the demons in it? In it? Oooh, ooh Oooh, ooh-oh-oh But if I made my bed Did I make the demons in it? Set 'em free from my head Did I make the demons in it? And if I made my bed Did I make the demons in it? Set 'em free from my head Did I make the demons in it? In it? In it?