American Gothic Songtext
von Creature Feature

If there's nothing in the darkness,
Then why do you lie awake?
Something in the shadows,
Is keeping you from sleep.
What are you afraid of,
Hiding in the night?
Haunting figures appear,
In the corner of your eye.
Is death waiting to lash out,
Or a ghost behind the breeze?
A devil in the cornfield,
Or a beast among the trees?
All those wretched raving ravens,
All harbingers of your doom.
Is the black cat crossing your path?
A prelude to your tomb.
The sun falls like a guillotine.
The dark comes alive,
With unsavory beings.
Lock the door, run and hide, and hold your breath,


And you just might survive the night.
Your safety's false, your logic's skewed,
Now your complacent point of view,
Will be the true death of you.
Are there creaks in the floorboards,
When you're alone in the room?
Are there footsteps in the attic,
With each rising of the moon?
Strange sounds in the distance,
Whatever could they be?
You're powerless to the deadly,
Foul things lurking unseen.
The sun falls like a guillotine.
The dark comes alive,
With unsavory beings.
Lock the door, run and hide, and hold your breath,
And you just might survive the night.
Your safety's false, your logic's skewed,
Now your complacent point of view,
Will be the true death of you.
Chattering teeth, and rattling bones,
Out in the blackness, your nightmares grow.
Dreadful thoughts,
Make your blood run cold.
The witching hour has taken hold.
Deep in the bleak recess of your soul,
Is where the terror makes it's home.
If there's nothing in the darkness,
Then why do you lie awake?
Something in the shadows,
Is keeping you from sleep.