When I wake up at 3 in the morning I don't know the reason I just know my door isn't closed I hate to be imagining things that aren't real Or won't happen because I'm afraid of a noise I heard In the rafters, on my dresser I'm aware of the voice I hear in my room in my head in my closet box Closet box Closet box I stop short of the door right before it opens And then scares me the way that I hate it, again If I summoned a spirit I really didn't mean it The phantom even sleeps in the red room I can feel it out of focus It's connecting the pulse I feel in my room To my head and my closet box Closet Box Closet Box I'm aware of the way that I sound when I say what I say But the way that the voice makes me feel Is unnerving and could it be real?