I am the man who walks alone and when I´m walking a dark road at night or strolling through the park when the light begins to fade I sometimes feel a little strange a little anxious when it´s dark Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that somethings always near I have a phobia that someone´s always there Have you run your fingers down the wall and have you felt your neck skin crawl when you´re searching for the light sometimes when you´re scared to take a look at the corner of the room you´ve sensed that something´s watching you Have you ever been alone at night thought you heard footstept behind and turned around and no one´s there and as you quicken up your pace you find it hard to look again because you´re sure that someone´s there Watching horror films the night before debating witches and folklores the unknown troubles on your mind maybe your mind is playing tricks you sense, and suddenly eyes fix on dancing shadows from behind Is That Real or just SOME KIND OF HELL