Uncle Slam It Can Happen
Something wicked whispers in your mind
Cold with fear you’re reeling
From the fright
Blackened figures lead you to the tomb
Apparition exit from the womb
Inside you see me
I see you inside of me
Frozen voices beckon from a
bottomless pit
Icy fingers clutching closing in
Twisted tortured creatures
Gods unholy preachers
See and feel the pain through
The eyes of the blind
Live and breath your fate forever
Frozen n time
Scratch and pick your soul away
Tomorrow’s lost in yesterday
There is no wrong there is no right
There is no dark there is no light
It can happen