there's a crackle and a snap<br />
i twist my head around<br />
i swear there was something there<br />
but now there's not a sound<br />
the thrill of the chase is in my blood<br />
although i'm not afraid now i fear<br />
i play along, creep through the night<br />
hoping that he's nowhere near<br />
<br />
why'd you? why'd you?<br />
why'd you do it? now they're all gone<br />
they're all gone<br />
<br />
under the glow of the moon i wait<br />
listening to my heart beat in my head<br />
and i wonder if it's our obsession<br />
with the unknown and the dead<br />
i want to go but i'm paralysed<br />
i can't move and it's nearly day<br />
i think it wouldn't have come to this<br />
if i had something to say<br />
<br />
well i guess i couldn't be<br />
eveything you thought of me<br />
and it takes only time<br />
for me to shed my skin<br />
and i am bare, is this the real way i am<br />
does the tide tell all in the end?<br />
leaving real life as a sham<br />
my pen creates the release i need<br />
yet impedes my flow, where do i head?<br />
which way do i go now? i am all i have