| Dear God, I don’t know if you’re really real?
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| Because mom and stepdad say that you’re total hogwash
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| But if you’re real, and I believe you are, I could really use your help
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| Every night something awful comes to my closet, it’s a woman, but she’s dead
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| I don’t know why she’s here. |
| I don’t know what she wants
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| Most of all, I don’t know how to make her go away and I’m really really scared
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| I get the feeling that she wants me dead
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| Shimmer’s not in heaven, Shimmer’s not in hell
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| Shimmer’s in the Echoside as far as I can tell
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| I feel her presents when I’m standing at the mirror in the dark
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| I hear her voice within the room, vibrating my heart
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| It terrifies me, in my class
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| I feel I’m free, but too quickly it pass before
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| I’m headed back, to our sickly house on Cass Shimmer hates laughter,
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| and juveniles
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| Throughout my day, I heard her say, «I'll make you pay for every smile»
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| She was a bad girl who liked to cause agony
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| I guarantee, and now she wants to terrify and burry me
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| I’m used to sodomy, my dad’s a demon and mommas drunk and good for nothin' but
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| somethin' to stuff his semen in
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| Red light illuminates my closet when Shimmer comes with a wretched stench and
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| underneath the door, blood runs
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| I stay in bed under the covers, but fear forces me to see the closet door open,
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| and Shimmer pointing at me
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| Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that
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| A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck
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| And then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin
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| Cocks her head, then she does it again
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| Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that
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| A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck
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| And then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin
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| Cocks her head, then she does it again
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| In school they laugh, I’ve lost so much hair
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| But I don’t care, our souls are just orbs in the air
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| I hate our house, but have nowhere to go to
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| And when we moved in, momma said «this is so cool»
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| I have no brothers or sisters, no fucking pets
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| And my anxiety grows the darker it gets
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| Why’s the sun always leave me? |
| Shimmers a guarantee
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| Scaring me into insanity and no one’s hearing me!
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| I did tell my favorite teacher Mr. Bowdock
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| I Said, «There's a wicked ghost hounding me around the clock»
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| He said, «Pray little man, God’s bliss is always there»
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| Yet when Shimmer shows up, that bliss disappears
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| My step dad just smacks me, sends me to my room
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| Something happened in that closet, some untold doom!
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| Because it reeks of death in there, 'opens a crack
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| And then it illuminates, and bloody Shimmer’s back again
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| Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that
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| A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck
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| And then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin
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| Cocks her head, then she does it again
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| Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that
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| A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck
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| And then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin
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| Cocks her head, then she does it again
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| I left a bible in the closet, but found it bloody
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| I just want the world to know I need some help some body
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| When she comes, the temperature drops
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| I see my breath in the air my clock light dies out
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| And the room smells of death
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| I get the sense she’s angrier, every time she’s here
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| Despite how many times, I’m left, paralyzed in fear
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| Always holding a child, about my age
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| Pointing at me. |
| Why all the frustration and rage?
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| What if, she’s just an energy, pretend to me?
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| But I believe she’s real and wants the end of me
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| Fuck it. |
| I’ll do it. |
| She’ll never stop 'till it’s correct
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| I walk right into in her arms, let her have my neck
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| That night Shimmer came, I was engulfed in fear, but death don’t sound so bad
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| I’ve had enough it’s clear I’d rather die, then be her toy to terrify
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| No more nights of being pegged by her stairin' eyes!
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| Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that
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| A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck
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| And then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin
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| Cocks her head, then she does it again
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| Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that
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| A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck
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| And then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin
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| Cocks her head, then she does it again
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| Her touch stunnded me, like sleep paralysis I couldn’t move
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| But saw all the hell of this Her mouth up close, it was a black pit
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| Her teeth sunk in well and I felt the rip Total darkness, then I felt no pain
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| But I almost went deaf, when she screamed my name!
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| Still paralyzed, I opened my eyes and found myself, alive in my closet,
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| sound of health
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| The fear poured out of my body, released it’s clutch
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| The first thing I felt, was leather’s touch
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| In my hands, the bible, the one I left in there
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| It was no longer bloody and all the pages were clear
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| Her wretched smell gone, the air was warm
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| And for the first time in years, I felt a calm
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| From that night forward, shimmer was aborted
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| I can’t help but feel my bravery was rewarded |