An Evil Sound Screaming

It's in the small hours when you feel it
 Something twisting deep inside
 Your conscience running rampant
 From the truth you cannot hide
 In the dead of the night you sob alone
 But no one hears your cries
 Except the four walls closing in
 And the demons in your mind
 And now you lay in silence
 Your tears have stained the ground
 Melancholy hangs thick in the air
 Casting down its heavy shroud
 But in your mind it rises
 A voice from lips unseen
 The evil sound of laughter grows
 From a whisper to a scream
 Now nightmares flow like rivers
 A lucid violent stream
 A steady flow of images
 So morbid and obscene
 No sound now as you slumber
 Pretending to be dead
 A respite from waking hours
 And the voices in your head
 Drugs and sex to fill the void
 But the chasm only grows
 Screaming just intensifies
 As white dust goes up your nose
 Dark forces did you dabble in
 And now await your turn
 Cause every witches destiny
 Is that one day she will burn
 The evil sound that's screaming
 Its all inside your head
 The evil sound that's laughing
 Is all inside your head
 Won't stop until you're dead...