Sometimes They Come Back (feat. Fiore Troncone)

Here it comes through, crawling from the crypt and creeping Getting stuck up in your psyche, a mindful demon Feel the heat seeping out from underneath the doors So many open, you know that you had closed before A skeleton up in the attic that you pushed aside Despite the feeling following you of the watchful eyes Now with the rise of the new moon, nothing but darkness Feel the weight of your breath and your pounding heart Wait a minute motherfucker what's the thumping Coming up and emanating from the cellar door knocking Another bolt of pure adrenaline up in the bloodstream Fight or flight mechanism kicking in, rocking Tryna stay close to the candle light While rigid fingertips grip until the knuckles'r white The hairs on the back of your neck are at attention The frantic narrative of your conscious hyperventilating Tapping at the windows and floorboard are creaking Somewhere on the otherside a voice is speaking It's cold and it's harsh and it knows your sins And utters words like a needle scratch: let us in I am your sorrow, i am your hate A manifestation your mind creates Screaming from inside, eyes turn to black Sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back You can't escape Escape your mistakes Your mind starts to swell You create your own hell Stuck in a room like a tomb and it's spinning All blurring and tripping over furniture and the minutes are Moving at the rate of a slug in quicksand Entering a nightmare ill-equipped Try to gather and collaborate, a bitter offender Is stalking deeper in your fibers and feeding a mental image Like a cannibal animal, crushing with the weight of cannon balls Stamina wrecked by damage inflicted phantoms A dirty little secret that you locked away Along with all the little mysteries of yesterday Is surfacing up in the middle of the midnight haze And pushing ice all throughout your arteries and veins The walls are blood red and wet and warm And laughing with the cracking thunder of a coming storm Your panic animated violently shaking hands Are pulling hair from the top of your scalp and tearing skin But when you're hearing a spiritual apparition the goal Is not to let the motherfucker in your head Caught up in the flashing lightning and the wind of the night A paranormal entity is creeping in And now you're up in a debacle About to be rid of everything you've got Up and locked up in what could be considered equivalent to a prison Trapped in the same 4 walls you fucking live in Tapping on the doors growing louder still While glowing eyes're staring at you from the window sill I am your sorrow, i am your hate A manifestation your mind creates Screaming from inside, eyes turn to black Sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back You can't escape Escape your mistakes Your mind starts to swell You create your own hell So many eyes glowing yellow and wild Pushing up against the window pane, glaring inside The calamity, the banging on the doors and glass Hit a startling crescendo, a deafening blast Not a moment longer can you linger at the images A buckling and bending will be caving in and sending A torrential wave of everything that staggers at the precipice Erupting into barriers that currently protect you Staggering into the corridors and seeking any shelter From the coming reckoning you are the prey to Falling into a closet door, latch it locked Try to barricade it shut before Crashes rain through your ear drums trying to hide But the beasts at your back door are now inside Muffling the sound of your cries you clutch Both your hands to your mouth trying to hold it shut But the footsteps following the path you made Have arrived at the gate of your hiding place Doorway creaks as it slowly opens And a flood of hands is pouring in, wet and cold With a cloud of fog and a familiar scent The wet stench of a secret you could not forget It never forgives, it never forgets Screaming from inside, darkest regrets All that was left was an empty house A sick odor and a mucus-sheen A small puddle on the floor of the closet A note written on the walls in green said We are the ones you can not deny We are the sick that you try to hide We are the ones who have tasted your carcinogen You are the ones that we seek to find We are the ones you can not deny We are the sick that you try to hide We are the ones who have tasted your carcinogen You are the ones that we seek to find I am your sorrow, i am your hate A manifestation your mind creates Screaming from inside, eyes turn to black Sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back Sometimes they come back