Do you hear them in the corridor?
Someone's approaching our floor
They'll come clawing at our doors
They'll come feeding off our pores

They are after us

Horror concocts in my veins
Someone's coming to our place
A claustrophobic panic grins
The concrete wraps our sufferings

They are after us

When you hear them calling
Run for your life, run for your life
It is ghastly, appalling
And wounds like a knife