Well this is not what you expected.
And this, something different, different.
When the fighting exists against something unseen.
No one hears you when you scream.
You can only pray this is a dream.
You can't fight what you can't see.
You can't fight what you can't see.
Now, you've become a victim.
Now its too late to fear him.
When its crawling towards your bed you hear a noise.
You hear a softly spoken voice.
Telling you that you've made the wrong choice.
You can't fight what you can't see.
You can't fight what you can't see.