Something is coming toward me.
The sounds it makes, amplified in the dying night.
It is father then I can see.
I wonder if I am just crazy;
I am alone, my girlfriend was right.
Something is coming toward me.
Bodies all around me
This amusement park, devoid of light.
It is farther then I can see.
Will hope that it will spare me without any sort of fee?
Or will I tell myself he'll be too full for a bite?
Something is coming toward me.
How much can I tolerate? Will I ever again be free?
The gates are shut, I have nothing, not even a pike.
It is farther then I can see.
I hear it stomping down the alley:
Loud enough to make me jump.
Something is coming toward me.
It is farther then I can see.
