There are creatures in my room.
Crawling out of the womb.
Crawling out of the gloom.
Returning from the tomb.

I\'m in this place of quiet ghosts.
Parasites and bodyhosts.
Coming back from ancient times.
Calling back those past time crimes.

Bloody child with absent strings.
Trying to fly but got no wings.
Trying to live but got no heart.
All affections are held apart.

Fetuses with scornful smiles.
Predators and cruel reptiles.
Whispering with quiet voice.
Screaming out malignant noise.

Crawling out of the womb.
Returning from the tomb.
Crawling out of the gloom.
These creatures in my room.