Song of Scarecrow
I am he who crawls through nightmares and the master of your fear.
Don't scream, now, and don't trust what's seen when your eyes open wide.
Running from me is so futile; I am ever drawing near,
For my eyes are ever prying. From the shadows black I peer,
Watching all your silly coping tricks, seeing all your foolish pride.
I am he who crawls through nightmares and the mastermind of fear.
You're alone with me in darkness now; there is no other soul here.
It is useless to scream and run away – I'll find you where you hide.
Running from me is so futile, for I'm ever drawing near,
And your terror is delicious. I can taste it, dark and clear.
Can you feel it flitting 'round you? In your ears does its voice chide,
"I am he who crawls through nightmares; I'm the master of your fear"?
Don't struggle as you scream aloud at how illusions sear
Into your mind. It is no use – your hands, you see, are tied.
Do you see why running's futile? Can you sense me drawing near?
There are other nightmares waiting for your fragile mind, my dear.
Would you like to see them? Take my hand, I'll be your solemn guide,
For I now crawl through your nightmares and am master of your fear.
Running from me is so futile; I am always drawing near…