Close your eyes and drift away, into his realm of fright. He seems to crave your spirit, He's grasping for your mind. He feeds on fear and misery, your guilt, remorse, regret. What it is he wants from you, you just can't seem to apprehend. But every time you close your eyes, facts and fiction seem to blend.
Darkness falls on the city, it's time to go to bed.
Darkness falls on the city, you seal the door and check the locks. Pursued by the dark and vicious you're haunted by Jack in the Box. He tiptoes to your bedroom, he sits down on your chest. He dwells in your subconscious, he'll do what he does best. The nightmare God of chaos, brings fear like no one can.