| Wake up in a wrecked car |
| Daughter missing, couldn’t get far |
| I’m in denial, retconning her safety |
| Better get gone and bring her back home safely |
| I’m in a new place called Silent Hill |
| Getting déjà vu from the spinal chill |
| Maybe a prior generation of mine |
| Came through in days grim, only time will tell |
| It’s snowing out of season |
| There’s certain things that we know without reason |
| The winds of spring shouldn’t be blowing out leaves |
| And when we drown |
| We know we won’t be going down breathing |
| And now, you suddenly freeze |
| Look at the piano, blood on the keys |
| What a disease that grips this town |
| I don’t wanna be here when the shit goes down |
| It wasn’t a nightmare, it was a premonition |
| Something was moving right there, shut up and listen |
| Someone turned the lights out, now the fog is creeping in |
| And our entire town is full of dogs without any skin |
| Pass my liquor, I wanna drink it |
| While my flashlight flickers, know what I’m thinking |
| When at last, I give up, succumb to wickedness |
| And foul vile visions, hellishly devilish |
| We keep telling ourselves these are parallel worlds |
| But what if we’re in a comparable realm |
| To the hell we bring down on ourselves? |
| Putting the wind up us, we are a caravel’s sails |
| When the caramel melts, you see the meat beneath it |
| Pulling the carousel 'round |
| What the hell is that sound? It’s coming out the ground |
| But now it’s somewhere else, help |
| How can we tell what is objective reality |
| When we’re bereft of fact, left without clarity? |
| Our best guess is a blessing of blasphemy |
| Not impressed with the answer? Stop asking me |
| This is a messed up masterpiece |
| Full of locked chests, better fetch the master key |
| I see spectres and death, it’s gastly |
| No, I’m not psychotic, yes, they’re after me |
| It wasn’t a nightmare, it was a premonition |
| Something was moving right there, shut up and listen |
| Someone turned the lights out, now the fog is creeping in |
| And our entire town is full of dogs without any skin |
| Pass my liquor, I wanna drink it |
| While my flashlight flickers, know what I’m thinking |
| When at last, I give up, succumb to wickedness |
| And foul vile visions, hellishly devilish |
| Pass my liquor, I wanna drink it |
| While my flashlight flickers, know what I’m thinking |
| When at last, I give up, succumb to wickedness |
| And foul vile visions, hellishly devilish |