It’s scratchin on the walls In the closet, in the halls. It comes awake and I can’t control it. Hidin under the bed In my body, in my head. I gotta lose control. It’s something ready go.
— Skillet
It’s scratchin on the walls In the closet, in the halls. It comes awake and I can’t control it. Hidin under the bed In my body, in my head. I gotta lose control. It’s something ready go.
— Skillet