Lyrics

Won't be long, I feel their stares Crafted eyes that follow through Won't be soon, before they move With mischief that they're drawn to do [Verse] Paranoia grips me tight Gnomes in moonlight, standin' true In whispered winds, I hear their names Shadows shift in neon glares Creaks and groans beneath their feet Laughter echoes, giving scares [Pre-Chorus] In the flashes of the TV light Those grinning faces watch me through the night Their eyes like beacons, pierce the gloom Moving closer to my room In every shadow, I feel doomed A garden's curse in the witching hour blooms [Verse] Is it madness, is it true? Figures small with hats askew Eyes of stone, now seem to gleam Plotting, planning in the beam Tiny soldiers on the march Trespassing on my guarded arch [Pre-Chorus] Rustling leaves betray their stride Paranoid, where can I hide? With each tick-tock, fear climbs the spire A synth heartbeats, racing, wired Through the window, gaze they pour Ceramic feet across the floor [Chorus] There’s a haunting pulse in the static air In the corner of my eye, they're always there