The Boogieman wears white and a stethoscope
go softly into the room of blank wanderings
kill with out a witness to a crime
a shoulder without all that is of good and time
break the trust of the ones
who knows not your whys
but, so know this great ominous servant
all can not be hidden
for the day when eyes are open
and your sin are made, for you, to bare
will be the day, i will sing at heaven gates
and the debts of the dead will have to be payed
because murder can't always been seen
there must be a hell....
look deeper...believe in you gut!
I believe in my me!
but how do you make others
believe in you?