CLAW MARKS

Hit 'em in the back of the head with a pan

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna

Try to run away try to run for the exit

When you hear the scream, you're done, boy that's it

I have seen a face follow me fully conscious

Try to block it out, fade away now I'm nauseous

When I close my eyes I can see the scratches

That it left behind in the shade of my eyelids

I can hear a voice creepin' into my dream

Call me by my name, reaching out in my sleep

Body made of skin, grafted on by the seams