Shadows move, I’m alone
Empty room, not my own
Shapes shift at the edge of sight
Bend and break in the night
Cold breath on my neck
Turn around, nothing yet
Walls close in, I can’t tell
If I’m waking or in hell
Is it real or in my brain?
Truth or lie, I can’t explain
Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria
And sometimes I don’t
Sometimes the world twists into something I can’t hold
And sometimes it won’t
Voices call but nobody’s there
Then they choke
Sometimes I feel like I’m losing control
And sometimes I don’t
Lights go out, silence grows
Every step, something knows
Skin crawls, I feel it move
Got nothing left to prove
I look around, nothing’s there
Still I feel it everywhere
Pulls me down, drags me in
Like a war I’ll never win
Is it me or something else?
Am I trapped inside myself?
Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria
And sometimes I don’t
Sometimes the world bends into something I can’t hold
And sometimes it won’t
Faces form in the dark again
Then they break
Sometimes I feel like I’m close to the end
And sometimes I don’t
I see it, I feel it
No one believes it
I fight it, deny it
Can’t defeat it
In my head, in my soul
Something I can’t control
If I close my eyes, will it fade away?
Or come back stronger every day?
If I face the fear, will it let me go?
Or drag me deeper down below?
Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria
And sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I’m trapped in a world that I built on my own
And sometimes I won’t
If it’s all in my head, why’s it feel so real?
Why’s it choke my throat?
Sometimes I swear that I’m finally healed
And sometimes I don’t
