Hid And Sick

One, two, three, four
Fat rain falling on my…
Three, six nine, twelve
There’s no way that they’ll find me
Crawling through the muck
With the bugs and the bruises
Knots within my gut
Can’t get far enough

So far away this time, finding the pond
Passed log-rot through the fog
Who’s following me now?

No one’s here
Safe from harm now
You can’t find me
Curl up, sleep

One, two three, four
Fat rain falling on my…
Three, six, nine, twelve
In the end you’ll find me
Creeping through your door
Looking worse than before
Madness gone now
I went far enough

You are there
Safe in bed now
I won’t hurt you
Curl up, sleep