Oh God, what's that?
Could it be my little black cat?
Could it be my shadow playing tricks?
Could it be my flighty candlesticks?

It's time my body go to bed
But who to tend to my dear head?
The night will soothe it's deadly ways
Into the realm of the insane

I lift my covers up
And I close my little eyes
And I listen to the night
With its silent screams and cries
I went to sleep and woke to find
I was being eaten
Which wouldn't be so bad

Except
I never gave permission
Those silent little demons
And their silent little ways
Its the silent ones that kill you
Its the little ones that rage

The big ones will hound you
The loud ones will pound you
But the germs get in you
And eat you inside out