There is something in my room I feel this presence unseen Whispering secrets through the walls I guess I better believe Light me a candle Sing me a song Paint my words in the tip of your tongue Unborn Behind the walls It's getting closer now Coming from inside out Scratching the broken door Alone No more There is a face in the corner Don't ever look at his eyes Blackened mirrors Visions of glass It stares From behind the walls It's getting closer now Calling from inside out Scratching the broken door Alone No more It's getting closer now Calling from inside out Scratching the broken door It's coming You feel it Behind the walls Behind the walls It's coming