I remember my nanny told me something used to pull on her
At night when she would sleep terrified under her covers
And when she finally got the nerve to pull them down and look
Felt like an eternity in the brief time that it took
And all she found was an empty room with no one there
Just the shadows and a slight chill in the air
And this would happen to her over and over again
Sometimes it pulled so hard it yanked her right out of her bed
And this was something, back then, that you'd keep to yourself
Especially because they question your mental health
So she just kept it all balled up inside of her
Never told her parents cause she knew they wouldn't side with her
See, my nanny came from a conservative family
And on more than one occasion they questioned her own sanity
I don't know if this is where it began, but I know all to well the shadows that have followed my nan'
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?
I remember mom told me, like, something used to watch her
When she was a little girl. She swore it was a monster.
She slept with the light on
Kept the door open and hoped against hope that her papa wouldn't close it, and
As she grew older so did the frustration
Even nanny said it must've been in her imagination
Little did my mom know nanny saw it too
And no adults could explain to her why the shadows moved
Stand at the foot of her bed, pulling her bed spread
As a teen she would stay at a girl's house instead
But it would follow her anywhere that she went
And when she finally did get sleep it would be broken in (?)
How do you tell someone something that just doesn't make sense?
And if you're sure that your reality is a fallacy then
You put a smile on and pretend to your family and friends
And pray to god with all your heart it doesn't happen again
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?
I remember my brother told me that it happened to him too
And over time we'd find its intensity grew
And as a kid it comforted me that someone knew
The fear at night that had us both scared and confused
I remember waking up and all the lights were on
Joey's in the living room, clearly something frightened him
He told me point blank that it speaks
It said, "I'll cut your throat if you try and scream."
Wait, that's so human.
Are you sure you weren't sleeping?
The utter terror in his eyes, I swear that you could see it
And it never spoke to me
Well, other than my name which it would whisper in my ear when it would shake the bed frame
And from that point on I questioned everything I did
Promised god I'd never listen to heavy metal again
I know it sounds silly
But really, if you knew the feeling
Sometimes it'd stand in the floor, sometimes in the ceiling
Sometimes it'd just watch and I could feel its presence
The very essence of evil inside my room
I regretted not telling mom sooner cause she told me the truth
The same thing, it happened to her, but not since her youth
Now, I'd like to think that I am a rational man
Maybe there's a hereditary mental health condition
But as a matter of fact
I know it's really not that
Cause I bet every (?) on my brain and yet still it comes back
Maybe there's a gateway.
Maybe there's more than one.
Cause sometimes I dream I breathe light as bright as the sun
The taste of metal still lingers on my tongue
And I wake up the shadows will be cast out by the (?)
Every family has their secrets.
It is what it is.
I never thought I'd be so casual about our visits.
Over the years, I guess we've kinda gotten used to it
We gave a name to the dark
We call it Red Light Juliet
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us, on a different vibration?
Are you really just an energy that needs to be seen?
Are you the echo of a soul or a reoccurring dream?
Is there a final destination? Are you a manifestation?
Are you really one of us...