But on your shoulder, suddenly, you feel a well known tap. You stare into the mirror, he looms behind your back. He waits for you to go to bed, preparing his attack. You know it won't be pretty, you know it won't be nice. You know what he is selling, don't want to pay his price.
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. You crawl beneath the cover, turn off your bedroom light. Close your eyes and drift away, into his realm of fright. He seems to crave your spirit, He's grasping for your mind.