The Unbelievably Cold Hands of Death
I've been looking over the bones in the closet
They rattle and they shake me
They frighten and they wake me
From my darkest dreams
I've been looking over the bones in the closet
They're dusty and they're damaged
They're broken and they're bandaged
And covered in screams
I've been looking over the bones in the closet
I've hidden and I've buried
They're locked and they're loaded
To burst through the seams
While the unbelievably cold hands of death
Work their way into my life
