• Superstitions prevail me
    during the night while
    my mind and the
    darkness have it's fight.

    The Hound of Hell
    smells my fear and
    makes sure I hear as
    he grows nearer and near.

    God can't see my
    deteriorating mind,
    causing my insanity
    a little at a time.

    None of my friends or family
    found anything to be wrong
    so I took their word for it
    and kept singing my lonely song.