Текст песни Sometimes They Come Back - Skeptik , Fiore Troncone

Here it comes through, crawling from the crypt and creeping
Getting stuck up in your psyche, a mindful demon
Feel the heat seeping out from underneath the doors
So many open, you know that you had closed before
A skeleton up in the attic that you pushed aside
Despite the feeling following you of the watchful eyes
Now with the rise of the new moon, nothing but darkness
Feel the weight of your breath and your pounding heart
Wait a minute motherfucker what's the thumping
Coming up and emanating from the cellar door knocking
Another bolt of pure adrenaline up in the bloodstream
Fight or flight mechanism kicking in, rocking
Tryna stay close to the candle light
While rigid fingertips grip until the knuckles'r white
The hairs on the back of your neck are at attention
The frantic narrative of your conscious hyperventilating
Tapping at the windows and floorboard are creaking
Somewhere on the otherside a voice is speaking
It's cold and it's harsh and it knows your sins
And utters words like a needle scratch: let us in

I am your sorrow, i am your hate
A manifestation your mind creates
Screaming from inside, eyes turn to black
Sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back

You can't escape
Escape your mistakes
Your mind starts to swell
You create your own hell

Stuck in a room like a tomb and it's spinning
All blurring and tripping over furniture and the minutes are
Moving at the rate of a slug in quicksand
Entering a nightmare ill-equipped
Try to gather and collaborate, a bitter offender
Is stalking deeper in your fibers and feeding a mental image
Like a cannibal animal, crushing with the weight of cannon balls
Stamina wrecked by damage inflicted phantoms
A dirty little secret that you locked away
Along with all the little mysteries of yesterday
Is surfacing up in the middle of the midnight haze
And pushing ice all throughout your arteries and veins
The walls are blood red and wet and warm
And laughing with the cracking thunder of a coming storm
Your panic animated violently shaking hands
Are pulling hair from the top of your scalp and tearing skin
But when you're hearing a spiritual apparition the goal
Is not to let the motherfucker in your head
Caught up in the flashing lightning and the wind of the night
A paranormal entity is creeping in
And now you're up in a debacle
About to be rid of everything you've got
Up and locked up in what could be considered equivalent to a prison
Trapped in the same 4 walls you fucking live in
Tapping on the doors growing louder still
While glowing eyes're staring at you from the window sill

I am your sorrow, i am your hate
A manifestation your mind creates
Screaming from inside, eyes turn to black
Sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back

You can't escape
Escape your mistakes
Your mind starts to swell
You create your own hell

So many eyes glowing yellow and wild
Pushing up against the window pane, glaring inside
The calamity, the banging on the doors and glass
Hit a startling crescendo, a deafening blast
Not a moment longer can you linger at the images
A buckling and bending will be caving in and sending
A torrential wave of everything that staggers at the precipice
Erupting into barriers that currently protect you
Staggering into the corridors and seeking any shelter
From the coming reckoning you are the prey to
Falling into a closet door, latch it locked
Try to barricade it shut before
Crashes rain through your ear drums trying to hide
But the beasts at your back door are now inside

Muffling the sound of your cries you clutch
Both your hands to your mouth trying to hold it shut
But the footsteps following the path you made
Have arrived at the gate of your hiding place
Doorway creaks as it slowly opens
And a flood of hands is pouring in, wet and cold
With a cloud of fog and a familiar scent
The wet stench of a secret you could not forget

It never forgives, it never forgets
Screaming from inside, darkest regrets

All that was left was an empty house
A sick odor and a mucus-sheen
A small puddle on the floor of the closet
A note written on the walls in green said
We are the ones you can not deny
We are the sick that you try to hide
We are the ones who have tasted your carcinogen
You are the ones that we seek to find
We are the ones you can not deny
We are the sick that you try to hide
We are the ones who have tasted your carcinogen
You are the ones that we seek to find

I am your sorrow, i am your hate
A manifestation your mind creates
Screaming from inside, eyes turn to black
Sometimes they go away, sometimes they come back
Sometimes they come back