Dark Awakening into the middle of the night from all of The stress This hypnopompic hallucination's leaving me Cold It's crawling onto the walls and behind the closet So real It's crawling behind my own closed eyes Warning The tortuosities written onto the wall Foreboding Unusual letters, numbers and odd patterns Lucky Placebic natures of whether it's good or bad Unlucky It makes me question that this could be the end 106 106 106 106 106 106 666 666 I'm on the floor I'm dying for more I'm on the ground My coffin, your sound I'm on the floor Crying no more