Michael's Distorted Mind

He's in the walls.

He's in the floorboards. (shhhhh)

Michael stands in the shadow of the street lamp

Footsteps echoing on the damp pavement

Counting seconds till the light goes black

There is no turning back

He

is watching you breathe (watching you)

He

will never let you leave

Michael's coming for your soul tonight

No use running, turn out the light (run,

run!)

Locked behind the cellar door

Your blood is painting the wooden floor

Inside his head the voices scream aloud

He blends right in with the ordinary crowd

A quiet neighbor with a pleasant smile

But he's been planning this for a while

He

is watching you breathe (watching you)

He

will never let you leave

Michael's coming for your soul tonight

No use running, turn out the light (run,

run!) Locked behind the cellar door

Your blood is painting the wooden floor

(shhh, don't scream)

(he

is right behind you)

Go to sleep! (GO TO SLEEP!)

Michael's waiting. In the dark. (hahaha)