A Present Tense

hear them scratching, they're at the door they bear my fate, like they'll bear yours forever watching I feel them prey they feed off our fears and our misery they foam at their mouths as we fall to our knees writhing, feverishly twisting, turning in me come find me, come find me come find me, come find me I've always been here hear them scratching, they're at the door they bear my fate, like they'll bear yours sleep with one eye open live with one eye blind