The Visitors

I hear the doorbell ring and suddenly the panic takes me

The sound so ominously tearing through the silence

I cannot move I'm standing numb and frozen

Among the things I love so dearly, The books

The paintings and the furniture help me.

R: Now I hear them moving muffled noises coming

Through the door I feel I'm crackin up.

Voices growing louder irritaion building and

I'm close to fainting cracking up.

They must know by now I'm in here tremblin

In a terror evergrowing, cracking up.

My whole world is falling, going crazy

There's no escaping now I'm cracking up.